I’m going to talk about money
I missed the express bus and needed to hop on the ’slow boat’ 4 heading north into downtown. Around 36th street a woman got on – probably in her 50th, looking a little ragged – and sat in the front row next to a professional looking man.
After one street, she stood up, turned to face the bus riders, and announced to everyone, “Ok, today I am going to talk about money. You all have a lot of it, and I don’t have any. God says money will lead you to hell, so I think you should give your money to me, so I can go buy some dope.”
After getting no takers, and just one more stop later she got off the bus.
Feb 29th, 2008 at 9:03 pm
Well, at least she told truth. I get tired of the scammers on University Ave that hit me up for money for “cab fare” or to “fix a flat tire”. I’d be more likely to give money to an honest person who says he/she is going to buy narcotics.
Mar 4th, 2008 at 12:45 pm
Reminds me of the homeless panhandler in San Francsico I knew whose sign said, “Why lie? I want a beer.”
Mar 16th, 2008 at 9:38 pm
If I was homeless, I’d want a beer to!
Apr 21st, 2008 at 11:25 pm
If she would have said beer instead of drugs, she might have made out ok.
May 22nd, 2008 at 8:11 am
A few years ago a panhandler in uptown asked me for some change “because my job doesn’t pay for crap and really need a new tattoo”. He seemed sober, clean and good-humored and had some nice ink on him already, so I gave him a few bucks.