Homeless people can be rather creative.
There are a whole lot of homeless folks here in NYC. I mean, a lot. Recently I have noticed that some of them have some pretty interesting tactics going to make some money.
There is one guy who has a new sign each day I pass him. One day it is AIDS, the next it is he is a veteran, the next day he isn't going to lie he just wants a beer. I wonder how he comes up with his sign for the day. Does he find that people respond differently on certain days of the week.
AIDS money
I Need a Beer Friday
Veteran Thursday
Just Need $16 to Get Home Saturday
The Dog Comes First Tuesday
It must work. The guy is out there every day. Hell, he may have a studio apartment on the Upper East Side.
Then there is the girl and her boyfriend who have a dog who just hang out on the sideway all smelly with their dog all day. They use the dog for sympathy. I don't buy. Go get a job. The dog doesn't beg, nor should you.
Then the lady in the wheelchair who had her leg all messed up. She claims a dog bit her (I wonder if it was the homeless couple's dog). She wheels herself up and down 6th Ave with a cup. She is rather aggressive and somewhat nasty. I avoid her. Though the other day she was all dressed up and was wearing lots of make up. Didn't quite know what to think of that.
All the homeless people eat street cart food.
I think some of them could teach a marketing class.
Tough way to make a living.
I never give them money.
There are a whole lot of homeless folks here in NYC. I mean, a lot. Recently I have noticed that some of them have some pretty interesting tactics going to make some money.
There is one guy who has a new sign each day I pass him. One day it is AIDS, the next it is he is a veteran, the next day he isn't going to lie he just wants a beer. I wonder how he comes up with his sign for the day. Does he find that people respond differently on certain days of the week.
AIDS money
I Need a Beer Friday
Veteran Thursday
Just Need $16 to Get Home Saturday
The Dog Comes First Tuesday
It must work. The guy is out there every day. Hell, he may have a studio apartment on the Upper East Side.
Then there is the girl and her boyfriend who have a dog who just hang out on the sideway all smelly with their dog all day. They use the dog for sympathy. I don't buy. Go get a job. The dog doesn't beg, nor should you.
Then the lady in the wheelchair who had her leg all messed up. She claims a dog bit her (I wonder if it was the homeless couple's dog). She wheels herself up and down 6th Ave with a cup. She is rather aggressive and somewhat nasty. I avoid her. Though the other day she was all dressed up and was wearing lots of make up. Didn't quite know what to think of that.
All the homeless people eat street cart food.
I think some of them could teach a marketing class.
Tough way to make a living.
I never give them money.
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