CRS
Chandler, Arizona, United States

There's an old saying. If you don't want someone to join a crowd, you ask them, "If everyone were jumping off of a cliff, would you?" Well, I have. So my answer would be "Yes". True story.
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A Short Skit About a Hobo

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

this entry brought to you by we are scientists, "it's a hit"


It's a busy city street, there's a couple talking and walking down the sidewalk, the man eating a hot dog. There's a mild mannered hobo on a street corner, hand out.

"Oh jeez, hold on," the woman says, reaching into her purse, pulling out a few coins, handing it to the hobo. "That's all I have. Sorry."

The man takes one more bite of the hot dog and hands it to the hobo, and as they walk off, he licks his fingers. "I never give them money. They'll just waste it on drugs."

The hobo looks down at his half eaten hot dog for a moment, then walks to the crosswalk, waiting for the light to turn. He walks across the street and into a building.

Inside the building there is a man behind a plate glass window, and he's got one of those lenses in his eye that a jewel expert would use to inspect diamonds. He's inspecting the half eaten hot dog. He pops the lens out of his eye and shrugs. "I'll give you eighty-five cents for it."

The hobo is outside the pawn shop now, and he looks down into his hand, which now has more change in it. He fingers it for a moment. He turns and begins walking down the street a short way until he meets a shady character with sunglasses who is smoking a cigarette. He also has one pocket that is clearly bulging with loose change. The hobo hands the shady character his money.

The shady character counts it. "A dollar thirty five." He reaches into his other pocket and retrieves a baggy, then measures out a very small amount of crack. "There ya go. Buck 35 of crack. Have a nice day." The guy pockets the money, and a very clear jingling sound is heard from all the coins clinking in his pocket. The hobo observes the crack. The hobo nods mild-manneredly, then walks back down the street.

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with love from CRS @ 9:57 AM 

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