This one requires a bit of an explanation.
A while back I was at a local mom-and-pop pizza place when this homeless guy, an older black gentleman, walks in. After asking several folks for change, he makes his way over to me. I feel bad for the guy, hand the guy behind the counter a $5, and tell him to give the guy whatever that will buy.
Homeless guy was so overcome with gratitude that he GRABS me in a big bear hug and thanks me repeatedly. I'm glad he was thankful, but eeew! His smell, a combination of sweat, B.O., urine, stale tobacco smoke, and cheap booze, nearly knocked me out. I told him "no problem bro", but the whole time I'm cringing.
Manager sees this and tells the guy to quit bothering his other customers. At this point, homeless guy snaps. "What? WHAT??? WHAT!!! MAN I WASN'T EVEN TALKING TO YOU! I'M DEALING WITH THIS MAN HERE! I'M A MAN, DAMMIT! MY NAME IS ----- ------! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS COME OVER TO THIS COUNTRY AND TREAT THE PEOPLE LIVIN HERE LIKE SHIT AND I'M TIRED OF IT!!!!
A few minutes later they get him to calm down. He takes his food ( that I paid for ) and leaves. The poor young girl wiping the tables ( it's a family business ) is visibly shaken and doesn't come out again the whole time I'm there.
When my food is ready, I ask the manager if I could wish my hands. As soon as I get home I peel my clothes off and toos everything- including my jacket- into the dirty clothes hamper.
A while back I was at a local mom-and-pop pizza place when this homeless guy, an older black gentleman, walks in. After asking several folks for change, he makes his way over to me. I feel bad for the guy, hand the guy behind the counter a $5, and tell him to give the guy whatever that will buy.
Homeless guy was so overcome with gratitude that he GRABS me in a big bear hug and thanks me repeatedly. I'm glad he was thankful, but eeew! His smell, a combination of sweat, B.O., urine, stale tobacco smoke, and cheap booze, nearly knocked me out. I told him "no problem bro", but the whole time I'm cringing.
Manager sees this and tells the guy to quit bothering his other customers. At this point, homeless guy snaps. "What? WHAT??? WHAT!!! MAN I WASN'T EVEN TALKING TO YOU! I'M DEALING WITH THIS MAN HERE! I'M A MAN, DAMMIT! MY NAME IS ----- ------! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS COME OVER TO THIS COUNTRY AND TREAT THE PEOPLE LIVIN HERE LIKE SHIT AND I'M TIRED OF IT!!!!
A few minutes later they get him to calm down. He takes his food ( that I paid for ) and leaves. The poor young girl wiping the tables ( it's a family business ) is visibly shaken and doesn't come out again the whole time I'm there.
When my food is ready, I ask the manager if I could wish my hands. As soon as I get home I peel my clothes off and toos everything- including my jacket- into the dirty clothes hamper.

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