On the subway, I typically jump on the closet car to me. Coincidentally, so do every musician, homeless man, crack head, drug addict or panhandler asking for money. Friday was la même histoire, because this time as I stood there eating my corn muffin a beggar rant began.
Beggar - Excuse me everyone. God has blessed me with 70 years of life and I'm thankful everyday. This summer, in June, was my 70th birthday. I've worked all my life until a few years ago when I lost everything. Now I stand here hungry and penniless asking for your charity. Food. Coins. Anything you have, I will appreciate. Thank you and God Bless.
Though I only had a bite left of my delicious Au Bon Pain muffin, I was more than tempted to pass it his way. Then again, how could I insult such an elder? So I stood there refusing to make eye contact. As the subway stopped for passengers, I noticed two men laughing.
Baldy - HA! What does he want me to do about it? Buy him a birthday cake?
Mark Anthony - Ha... how about he get a job? *laughter*
My blood began to boil and if baldy hadn't gotten off at the next stop, I would told him a thing or two about insulting people less fortunate.
So if you are reading this, Baldy and Mark Anthony, know this. I won't forget your faces and if I ever see you on the subway again, know that I am thinking horrible things about you.
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