So, a few night ago, I was headed out for a few drinks with some friends. Riding with my friend, T, we stopped to pick up a friend of his, J, that I had never met before. From there, we moved on to our watering hole of choice, and were walking in when we were approached by a panhandler. This wasn’t a totally down-and-out bum who hadn’t seen a bath in years; he was more just a tad raggedy, with a dirty shirt and nappy hair, and a strong, STRONG smell of alcohol. I was going for the stern “Can’t help you” and walk by without making eye contact, but T got sucked in:
panhandler: Hey, man, you know that school up there on the hill?
T: You mean K College?
panhandler: Yeah, man, look…I’m trying to get $1.50 for bus fare to get up there, you know, 'cause I got a test tomorrow I need to study for. You got any spare change on you to help a brother out?
J: Hey man, don’t I know you?
panhandler (turning to J): I think i do know you from somewhere…
J: What’s your name?
panhandler: M.
J: M…H? M H!
panhandler: Yeah, man! Where do I know you from?
J: You fucked a fat bitch on my couch!
Turns out not only did J know the panhandler, but he also had the dubious honor of seeing his drunken butt cheeks bobbing up and down in the heat of passion late one night after a party at his house. It was a totally unexpected turn of events, and hilarious at the time, and a little weird thinking of the kind of guy you do your best to ignore while walking past actually partying and having a social life.
I just had to share.