Waiting to cross street. Voice behind me:
Homeless: "Hey, you want me to tell you three, uh, funny jokes about black people for, uh, 1 dollar?"
Me: "No, that's OK."
Homeless: "How about two, uh, jokes white people for 75 cents?"
Me: "No, I'm good."
Homeless: "How about one funny joke about Michael Jackson..."
Me: finally light changes, I start walking across.
Homeless: "...cigarette..."
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