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There is this homeless guy that I see downtown that I have dubbed Blanket Man. Usually he has a knit cap on his head, a blanket tied like a toga around his torso, and another one tied around his waist. For the most part, he's pretty harmless. Working downtown, I am starting to get a better sense of the squatters and homeless people that reside down there.
As I am leaving Big Daddy Cadillac's and rounding the corner near Tellers, I see Blanket Man aimlessly walking across the street. I pause to make sure there aren't going to be dickheads trying to run him down, but he makes it across the street in one piece. Then a guy jogs past me to catch up with this blonde, middle aged girl. He points out Blanket Man, and starts making rude comments. She starts laughing, and pointing at Blanket Man too. So, without really meaning to, I become Stalker Asian Girl. I follow them down the street (hey, they happened to be going the same direction I was), and follow them into Sacred Stone. They're still being loud and obnoxious and making cracks about the squatters downtown. I browse around, and buy a few stones, thinking "like you have room to talk, you fucking waste of flesh. Obviously the Atkins diet isn't working on your fat head." They leave, and I pay for my purchuses, and leave, and walk into Dusty Bookshelf. Lo and behold, there is Obnoxious Couple again. The guy is being an asshole to Alice, the cat that resides in the bookstore. Alice makes a beeline to me, and I stoop down to pet her and also give the guy this look like "You really don't want to fuck with a cat person." They leave. I continue to browse around, pet Alice behind the ears, and mosey off to get some coffee. No more sign of the Obnoxious Couple. I was tempted to find them and make squeeky noises at them.
I think what got to me is that Blanket Man usually doesn't say jack. He mumbles to himself and keeps away from people. It's not like he came up to Obnoxious Couple to panhandle. He wasn't screaming at the top of his lungs at the world. He was just moseying across the street in his blankets and with his plastic bag. And really, there was no reason to go chasing Alice around the store. If she doesn't want to be petted, get a clue. I think if I were a cat, I would be the type to rip someone's arm up if they tried to touch me and I didn't want to be touched.
As I am leaving Big Daddy Cadillac's and rounding the corner near Tellers, I see Blanket Man aimlessly walking across the street. I pause to make sure there aren't going to be dickheads trying to run him down, but he makes it across the street in one piece. Then a guy jogs past me to catch up with this blonde, middle aged girl. He points out Blanket Man, and starts making rude comments. She starts laughing, and pointing at Blanket Man too. So, without really meaning to, I become Stalker Asian Girl. I follow them down the street (hey, they happened to be going the same direction I was), and follow them into Sacred Stone. They're still being loud and obnoxious and making cracks about the squatters downtown. I browse around, and buy a few stones, thinking "like you have room to talk, you fucking waste of flesh. Obviously the Atkins diet isn't working on your fat head." They leave, and I pay for my purchuses, and leave, and walk into Dusty Bookshelf. Lo and behold, there is Obnoxious Couple again. The guy is being an asshole to Alice, the cat that resides in the bookstore. Alice makes a beeline to me, and I stoop down to pet her and also give the guy this look like "You really don't want to fuck with a cat person." They leave. I continue to browse around, pet Alice behind the ears, and mosey off to get some coffee. No more sign of the Obnoxious Couple. I was tempted to find them and make squeeky noises at them.
I think what got to me is that Blanket Man usually doesn't say jack. He mumbles to himself and keeps away from people. It's not like he came up to Obnoxious Couple to panhandle. He wasn't screaming at the top of his lungs at the world. He was just moseying across the street in his blankets and with his plastic bag. And really, there was no reason to go chasing Alice around the store. If she doesn't want to be petted, get a clue. I think if I were a cat, I would be the type to rip someone's arm up if they tried to touch me and I didn't want to be touched.