I was returning to my car after having seen the excellent movie The Watchmen, when a man-sans-home (what you may call a bum, or homeless man) approached me. As you may know, many MSM's spend time in shelters and so share various methods of acquiring much needed queso fundido (what you may call money). N-T-Hoo, this gentlemen used the "I need eighty-five cents for the bus" approach. Solid, if unspectacular. I responded, "Do you sir, have change for a hundo?" Without missing a beat, the MSM began looking through his wallet, which was in fact a half eaten burrito. After flipping through some dry cleaning receipts and photos (which were in fact onions and bell peppers), he declared "Do you have eighty five cents for the bus?" I did. And I gave it to him.
Today's Decklaration: An ice pick is a weapon first, a utensil second.
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My MSM that approached my vehicle yesterday at the end of the exit ramp 275 S and MLK- did not like my polite "no" for an answer- and went up and grabbed the jaguar cat hood ornament on my car. I laid on my horn- to which he jumped, scared the ba-jesus out of him- light turned green and I sped away, well to the next light under the overpass because it was red. Had to sit through an eternity of uncomfortable stares and evil eyes by the MSM until the light turned green. Deck-laration: the MSM business has become more aggressive and intrusive!
I stepped over a MSM today on my way to the car after AL. Not really, but I walked by him and he was on the ground. I checked, though--he seemed to be okay other than the laying on the sidewalk part.
This is hilarious. We have quite a few MSMs in Oakland. But I've perfected my "I'm sorry, I got nothing" & pat-my-pockets routine. But technically if they have any change on them, they have more then me because I'm in debt.
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