Meals on Feet
Yesterday, when I was walking to the theatre to start working and
drinking my breakfast of an Odwalla smoothie thing, I was encountered
by a homeless gent. If you didn't know, Missoula is the homeless
capitol of Montana. It is true. The city is swarming with them, but
since it is such a liberal, and thus humanitary, environment, the
homeless are looked after. So, a guy approaches me on the path to
work. He asks, "Do have any change to spare for food?" I didn't have
any, but I did have my delicious breakfast of champions! "I don't
have any money to offer you, but I can give you the rest of my
breakfast." I offered the very green and mildly lumpy beverage.
There was still a little over half of it left in the bottle. Of
course, you have to realize that I am an optimist, it will always be
half full. "What is it?" he enquired. "A smoothine, super food
thing." His eyes flickered from my drink, to me, to my drink, to me,
and then finally settled on the ground. "Uh, you look like you need
it more than I do," he finally muttered, and then walked away.
What!?! I need food more than he does? I mean, I wasn't the best
dressed that day and I hadn't shaved that morning, my shoes are
beginning to wear a hole in the side, but I wasn't hurting for food.
I must really look like I am in sorry shape to have a hungry,
homeless, but friendly, guy refuse my offer of nutrition.
drinking my breakfast of an Odwalla smoothie thing, I was encountered
by a homeless gent. If you didn't know, Missoula is the homeless
capitol of Montana. It is true. The city is swarming with them, but
since it is such a liberal, and thus humanitary, environment, the
homeless are looked after. So, a guy approaches me on the path to
work. He asks, "Do have any change to spare for food?" I didn't have
any, but I did have my delicious breakfast of champions! "I don't
have any money to offer you, but I can give you the rest of my
breakfast." I offered the very green and mildly lumpy beverage.
There was still a little over half of it left in the bottle. Of
course, you have to realize that I am an optimist, it will always be
half full. "What is it?" he enquired. "A smoothine, super food
thing." His eyes flickered from my drink, to me, to my drink, to me,
and then finally settled on the ground. "Uh, you look like you need
it more than I do," he finally muttered, and then walked away.
What!?! I need food more than he does? I mean, I wasn't the best
dressed that day and I hadn't shaved that morning, my shoes are
beginning to wear a hole in the side, but I wasn't hurting for food.
I must really look like I am in sorry shape to have a hungry,
homeless, but friendly, guy refuse my offer of nutrition.