Wednesday, April 29, 2009

The Final Countdown

My neighborhood is shadier than I thought it was.

This afternoon, over my lunch break, I took the dog for a little run. On the returning leg of my trip, I saw two homeless guys in the distance. As I got closer, I saw one of them start running towards me, which was made difficult by the fact that he was also trying to push his shopping cart full of his belongings up a hill.

As I continued to walk towards this, I saw that the reason he was running was because the other homeless guy had a decently sized knife that appeared to have a golden handle and was pacing after him. When the second guy saw me, he put the knife away, but he walked up to me and started a conversation that went something like this (my motivation in this scene is curious, as in, I am curious if this is the time I get stabbed in the neck):

He: He steals stuff from these apartments.
Me: Ah.
He: These people tell me I can come into their garages and get their cans, but if something gets stolen, they're gonna get me in trouble.
Me: Yeah, that's no good.
He: You're right it's no good.
Me: (Walking)
He: (Walking away)

And all I could think after the fact was, maybe he wouldn't be homeless if he wouldn't spend his money on solid gold knife handles.


Buttercup said...

WHAT??? In the middle of the day? In your neighborhood?!?! That's so scary:P Glad you & Scrabble are okay.

Christie said...

Yikes!! That is so scary! I'm so glad you were okay. I guess it's good you had Scrabby there to protect you. :) And I love your responses to the guy. I can totally hear you saying that.

Mama V said...

Would you be terribly offended if I said we will be declining all future invitations to the White House from here on out? ;) Because as you know, Escondido, is SO much less "shady."