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There's a smiling hippy woman who plays a banjo outside the coffee shop near my house. She's there almost every day, singing songs of peace and love with a paper cup nearby for people to donate money.
I mentioned her to Shannon the other day, and she told me something she had once witnessed.
Shannon was at the coffee shop, waiting for me to pick her up, and the hippy woman wasn't there. It was instead an old man playing the banjo. The hippy woman then walked up, saw the old man singing, and swore vehemently.
"Goddamn fucking junkies! They always take your space if you're not quick enough!"
She then turned and spoke to Shannon, or rather, spoke at her.
"SOME OF US are trying to make an honest living here! Not like these homeless assholes!"
Methinks hippy woman needs to mellow out a little.
I mentioned her to Shannon the other day, and she told me something she had once witnessed.
Shannon was at the coffee shop, waiting for me to pick her up, and the hippy woman wasn't there. It was instead an old man playing the banjo. The hippy woman then walked up, saw the old man singing, and swore vehemently.
"Goddamn fucking junkies! They always take your space if you're not quick enough!"
She then turned and spoke to Shannon, or rather, spoke at her.
"SOME OF US are trying to make an honest living here! Not like these homeless assholes!"
Methinks hippy woman needs to mellow out a little.