Showing posts with label Homeless Dudes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Homeless Dudes. Show all posts

September 3, 2009

Homeless people and their fancy signs!


I recently came to the conclusion that I am a supremely petty person. It's okay, I'm fine with it. In fact, I embrace it. I wrap my arms and my legs around my abject pettiness and give it a big, wet sloppy kiss. If more people embraced their short comings, the world would be a much happier, more enjoyable place to hang out... or would it?

I was on my way home one day when I noticed a homeless dude standing on the corner. I was really hoping that I would make the light at that corner because I wasn't in the mood to intentionally avoid eye contact with this guy or pretend that I was suddenly fascinated with my car stereo.

I was a few blocks from the light when I decided to gun it and try to get through the light before it changed. Fuck, red light! I'm fairly certain that the homeless dude somehow manipulated the light switching mechanism because that fuckin' light seemed to go from green to red, instantly.

Sitting there at that red light, I became suddenly fascinated with my car stereo. It's an amazing thing, really. Turn the knob clockwise and the volume increases, turn the knob counter-clockwise and the volume decreases. Wow!

The thing about red lights in the lovely city of Las Vegas is that they are excruciatingly long...

At this point, I had exhausted the amount of time that I am legally allowed to be 'suddenly fascinated with my car stereo.' I casually glance over at the homeless dude. He throws me a genuine smile and I smile back, not so genuinely. When I glanced at him, the first thing I noticed was his sign. His sign was perfect! Good grammar, syntax and spelling. Oh yeah, and his name was Wallace.



Since I recently joined the ranks of the unemployed, my charity giving guidelines have become a bit more strict. I don't know about you guys but, I prefer my homeless people's signs to have a hint of "I'm off my meds and desperate" kind of vibe to them. I want to see words with lines drawn through them, random scribbly lines, words that inexplicably go from lowercase to uppercase, and words that you have to try and decipher to figure out what they mean.

No longer do I have some Pavlovian response to any and every homeless person I see. I need to feel good about myself, dammit! If you want my money, you have to look like you need it more than I do, or else, I will suddenly become fascinated with my car stereo. Did you know that turning the knob clockwise causes the volume to increase?

December 26, 2008

Hey homeless dude standing in the Starbucks' drive-thru lane...

Merry Christmas to you, too!

Geez, talk about feeling like a complete asshole on Baby Jesus's birthday. I woke up bright and late on a cold Christmas morning with an urge for some Earl Grey tea. So, I hop out of bed, grab my keys, my debit card and head down to my local Starbucks to get my fix. As I pull up to the drive-thru lane, I can see a youngish looking guy standing off to the right. Even though he was wearing a coat, he still looked like he was cold.

He was standing there, holding a sign that simply read "Merry Christmas."

I felt like crap because I knew I didn't have any cash to offer him. I rolled down my window, smiled at him and wished him a Merry Christmas, too. He nodded and smiled back.

The guy in the car behind me had a dollar for him, so, I was hopeful that most of the people coming through would give him something.

I'm always amazed at how some homeless people are so polite. I guess they have resigned themselves to being invisible. If I were ever homeless, I would not be polite, I would be a rageful, trouble maker... Wait, I'm already like that.

Anyway, Merry Christmas homeless dude in the Starbucks' drive-thru. I hope you collected enough money for some food and had a warm place to stay, that night.