Wow... Walking to work in the morning can be quite the adventure!
While walking down Temple Street to hit the Starbucks on my way into work this morning, I was propositioned. You know, like a hooker. Or as they say here in Boston, "A Hook-ah."
A homeless man came walking towards me. He had a wad of crumpled one dollar bills in his hand. A whole lot of them. He smiled at me.
"I gotta a whole lota money," he said. "And I wanna go home with you real bad baby. Please????!!!!????"
I just laughed and kept walking. No need for a response to him.
It's good to know, though, that if I ever felt the urge (though not likely) to become a prostitute, I can at least bank on the homeless population.
Though, perhaps I should feel a little insulted and ego-bruised that I have only ever been propositioned by a homeless person?
Whatever. It's all funny. And at least I never have to worry about money. Ya know?