I overheard something amusing and scary- all rolled into one!
A quasi-homeless looking guy was walking towards me at an intersection, carrying a large prescription bottle filled with large colorful (brown and green) pills. He was talking to an equally dishevilled friend. I overheard him saying, "...the doctor gave me the arithromyacin for my abcesses..." and then he was gone. Like a sweet, sweet dream. A man and his abcesses. Lovely downtown at lunch.
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why was this scary?
also...you gotta love a guy who can actually pronounce: arithromyacin.
I'm not used to being exposed to other people's abcesses. Not just cuz I've been a hermit, either.
I was also afraid that he was going to ask me for money.
why would you be afraid of some bum asking you for money?
This is one of my favorite line of bums in Washington (DC): "Yo, shorty, you gotta quarter?"
Me: "Nah."
Bum: "How 'bout a dollar?"
Or this one from a bum in Key West:
"Scuse me sir, you gotta dollar?"
"Nah"
"Awww, man, how'm I gonna get that sailboat then?"
good stuff
I don't like it when people ask me for $- it makes me uncomfortable as hell. I usually just ignore them, and then feel like I'm such a bitch. I just didn't grow up exposed to that at all- hometown is far too small.
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