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.

3 comments:

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."