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Mar. 22nd, 2008 12:42 am I was waiting for the bus today at the corner of Harrison and Division when an extremely drunk guy in his twenties asked me if he could have my socks.
After I told him no, I pointed down the street and said that there was a Goodwill not far and he could get cheap socks there, but he didn't like that any. He asked me if my socks were valuable, and then said that he was a street kid and I should feel bad for him.
Socks.
The best part was, he continued to talk to me on the bus, and when I was on the phone with Ari, lifted his pant leg to show me that he had, at least, one sock on already. What the hell?
I'm a bitch. What can I say? Maybe I should carry spare socks from now on.
I cleaned Mr. Weasley's tank out completely tonight, and I think he's much happier now. I really should get a tank with a filter. I'm going to order him something new when I get paid at the end of the month.
After I told him no, I pointed down the street and said that there was a Goodwill not far and he could get cheap socks there, but he didn't like that any. He asked me if my socks were valuable, and then said that he was a street kid and I should feel bad for him.
Socks.
The best part was, he continued to talk to me on the bus, and when I was on the phone with Ari, lifted his pant leg to show me that he had, at least, one sock on already. What the hell?
I'm a bitch. What can I say? Maybe I should carry spare socks from now on.
I cleaned Mr. Weasley's tank out completely tonight, and I think he's much happier now. I really should get a tank with a filter. I'm going to order him something new when I get paid at the end of the month.
