Windy City
I only came to this department store because it was recommended by a friend. He claimed that they had Ralph Lauren jeans and button down shirts half off. I know that he is a pathological liar, and normally I would’ve brushed off his words for just talk, but he was actually wearing a Polo shirt at the time; so I became victim once again to his fables.
I saw a guy across the street as I exited the small clothing store downtown Chicago. My first thought was a sonar of embarrassment due to the fact that I was standing there holding multiple bags of fabrics, that I paid FULL price for. Here I was buying extra clothes and this homeless guy was standing across the street in his only outfit, deteriorating in this windy city. I felt like I was eating a triple whopper in the face of a starving child, or Hugh Hefner strolling by with a flock of blondes in front of a virgin. How dare I...
I thought that I should at least go over and put money in his can which I'm sure he has. Crossing the street he started to come into my focus and I was beginning to see the true filth in his attire. His skully had holes in it and threads protruding like they were gasping for air... In this windy city. There was oil or some dark substance, maybe smut, covering his once gray sweater. But at least he had a sweater... In this windy city. His combat boots were the same color as the stains on his sweater but as dusty as his beard, and matched the holes in his skully. I could see that he didn't have socks as his big toe saw me before he did... Such a shame in this windy city.
He was holding a cardboard sign that read, "Believe it or not, but this is actually the best day of my life." It was rude of me to ask, but my mouth opened without authorization from my brain.
"Are you serious?" he turned his head towards me slowly and smiled.
"Today is the day I realize my mistakes." he said showing his four teeth. I smirked and thought of it as a scam, a catchy coin collecting sign. If this guy says that standing on a curb begging for change is the best day of his life, then how could I complain about a made up clothing sale. I started to walk away but his words stalled me.
"There is a saying that goes, the cow thought the grass was greener on the other side, till he hopped the fence and landed in Bull..."
I felt weird. I didn't understand what that story had to do with either of our situations but I decided to entertain his nonsense with a final question.
"So what did the cow do about his situation?"
"That's not important... You should be asking how a cow jumped a fence..."
I saw a guy across the street as I exited the small clothing store downtown Chicago. My first thought was a sonar of embarrassment due to the fact that I was standing there holding multiple bags of fabrics, that I paid FULL price for. Here I was buying extra clothes and this homeless guy was standing across the street in his only outfit, deteriorating in this windy city. I felt like I was eating a triple whopper in the face of a starving child, or Hugh Hefner strolling by with a flock of blondes in front of a virgin. How dare I...
I thought that I should at least go over and put money in his can which I'm sure he has. Crossing the street he started to come into my focus and I was beginning to see the true filth in his attire. His skully had holes in it and threads protruding like they were gasping for air... In this windy city. There was oil or some dark substance, maybe smut, covering his once gray sweater. But at least he had a sweater... In this windy city. His combat boots were the same color as the stains on his sweater but as dusty as his beard, and matched the holes in his skully. I could see that he didn't have socks as his big toe saw me before he did... Such a shame in this windy city.
He was holding a cardboard sign that read, "Believe it or not, but this is actually the best day of my life." It was rude of me to ask, but my mouth opened without authorization from my brain.
"Are you serious?" he turned his head towards me slowly and smiled.
"Today is the day I realize my mistakes." he said showing his four teeth. I smirked and thought of it as a scam, a catchy coin collecting sign. If this guy says that standing on a curb begging for change is the best day of his life, then how could I complain about a made up clothing sale. I started to walk away but his words stalled me.
"There is a saying that goes, the cow thought the grass was greener on the other side, till he hopped the fence and landed in Bull..."
I felt weird. I didn't understand what that story had to do with either of our situations but I decided to entertain his nonsense with a final question.
"So what did the cow do about his situation?"
"That's not important... You should be asking how a cow jumped a fence..."
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