So I'm walkin' around the block yesterday on a break from my cubicle, you know, practicing what unemployment is gonna feel like, when this guy walks up next to me.
He's dressed in a camo jacket, among other things, and is obviously about to ask me for spare change.
He tells me his story of how he's a desabled vet, he's gonna start managing a 17-lane bowling alley in two weeks and has an open-ended bus ticket to Seattle...
As he nears the punchline, we near the end of the block. Eager to move on to the next potential investor his speaking speed increases and he hits me with: "so, could you spare like seventeen or eighteen bucks?"
Silence.............. sure pal, I'll spot ya a twenty.
2 comments:
At first I thought he was asking for $4 karate lessons. I'd give him a karate lesson for $4.
Step 1. Hi!
Step 2. Yah!
That'll be $4. ;-)
That guy has been waiting to start his job at the bowling alley for about 2 years. That bowling alley is pretty crappy for stringing him along! That picture sure doesn't look like the guy I know from downtown....
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