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“Miss, you got 85 cents?”

Thursday, April 8th, 2010

Today on the light rail, I saw the same annoying man I always see asking for money. It’s the same story every day with this man.

Mumbler: “Man I saw dem Metro cops out earlier I hope they not out today. I just got out of the hospital and I don’t have no money for my ride.”

Yes, this man is just talking outloud to himself slash probably hoping SOMEBODY will listen.

Mumbler: “I need 85 cents to buy a ticket. Miss…miss..MISS! You gots 85 cents?”
Me: “Nope.”
Mumbler: “You aint got nothin?”
Me: “Nope.”
Mumbler: (looks at a different woman) “Miss I’m just tryin to get home, you got 85 cents? I can’t afford no ticket today”
Woman: “No I’m sorry but I don’t.”

Every time somebody walks on the train, he changes the amount he needs.
“Miss you got a dollar?”
“Sir you gots 90 cents?”
“Miss can you just buy me a ticket at the next stop?”

The best came when he yells out “Does anybody got a dollar?” And the entire train looks completely annoyed with him.

Moral of the story: Never call me ‘Miss’. Ever.

Tiger’s competition…

Friday, February 19th, 2010

Today on the light rail, I met the most BRILLIANT panhandler.  Genius, I tell you.  I’m telling you this is EPIC compared to other light rail stories (not to mention yesterdays EPIC FAIL because you dweebs won’t post your comment).

I was sitting in a seat next to your typical smelly-wearing-all-the-clothes-he-owns-at-one-time street person, when he says to me:
“Excuse me, do you have a pen or a marker?”

I do have a pen in my purse, which is coincidentally a Student Goverment pen that says “EMPOWER” on it (reference my Facebook status on Tuesday, if you can).  But I notice the man has a piece of a cardboard box with him pressed between him and the window and realize the permanant marker I took from the lab the other day to label eppendorf tubes at home would be a viable alternative for him.

Me: “Will this Sharpie work?”
Genius: “Thank you!”

I start watching him as he writes on the cardboard box.  He starts with the words “HEY ELIN…” and I think to myself, man this is going to be good.  He has kind of sloppy handwriting so it’s hard to see the rest, but I make out the words “PICK ME”…then I start texting and begin to ignore him until I see the final product.

On brown cardboard, the sign says:

HEY ELIN! PICK ME:
-NO $$$ FOR HOOKER
-CAN MAKE YOUR BEDROCK
I died laughing. This man knows how to make money, by using pop culture.
Me: “Wow that sign is brilliant!”
Genius: “Jus sumthin I came up wit. Hopefully it works.”
Me: “Do you want this granola bar? I feel like I should give you something. You can keep the marker..”
Genius: “Thanks!”
I gave him my granola bar because although I did have cash, it was in the form of $20 bills and my mom would be mad if I gave this man a twenty for making me laugh.
There’s a long pause where I notice he forgot the “S” at the end of “hookers”.
Me: “You forgot the S..”
Genius: “No. Did it on purpose.”
I’m confused, obviously.
Genius: “I have to get off now.”
Me: “Good luck!”
I truly believe this man made the funniest sign I’ve ever seen…and the fact he knew today was Tiger’s press conference was awesome.  Too bad he didn’t talk much, I wanted some more laughs today.
Moral of the story: If you see this sign today in Houston, give him some money.

I learned to share from Ms. Lacey

Thursday, January 28th, 2010

Today on the light rail, I fed the hungry.

I also learned something about myself.  Not only do I talk to complete strangers on a daily basis, but I’m way too approachable.

I’ve always been the person who will talk to a complete stranger in certain situations.  Usually the conversation is started by showing a person a picture of my alter ego.  Lately, the conversation starts with “I blog about public transportation, wanna see?”  This is much better than Curtis’ co-worker who uses the line “I have herpes, what do you have?” to pick up girls (true story).  Or last night on the walk home from the grocery store a street man says “SAY! SAY! BABY GIRL! HOOK ‘EM!” because I was wearing my favorite zip up hoodie (thanks, Alex.).

But the easiest way to make a new friend is through food.  And unfortunately today, I looked very approachable and had brownies on hand.  I told my boss I’d make his snack for journal club today, so I made 2 batches of brownies last night.  I left the light rail with only 1 batch in hand, it seemed.

I was not wearing sunglasses this morning, so I guess that’s a clear indication it’s OK to talk to me.

Hungry Man: “Those brownies sure look good. How much you sellin them for?”
Me: “Oh they’re not for sale.  They’re for my boss.”

long pause

Hungry man to hungry man’s friend: “Look at her, hoggin all those brownies when we ain’t eaten since last night and they delicious.”
Yep…that hit a nerve….
Me: “Would you like one?  I can spare a few..I made extras…”
Hungry Man & Friend: “YAH!”

Like savage beasts, they each grab a brownie.  Hungry Man thought it was perfectly acceptable to tell his friends.

—-side note for John G-IdontrememberhowtospellyourlastnameIjustknowthereisaZinit: One of the men was wearing this hat AND I knew the Bruins are a hockey team…..any consolation??—

So the Hungry Man, his friend, Bruins guy, and a lady eat half of the brownies for Journal Club this morning before I even get to work.  Great.

Moral of the story: If you give a hungry man a brownie, he’ll want to invite his friends over and they will eat the whole batch.