Sun 23 Nov 2008
Happy Thanks-For-Nothing!
Posted by TJ under Foot It
I’m walking home from work, and I’m freezing cold.
Near the produce stand at the intersection of Broadway and Houston stands a gaunt urchin in a Bad Religion T-shirt and an army jacket. “Spare some money so I can get something to eat?” he asks in a tar-coated sneer.
I pass.
On
Not your average beggar, obviously. For one, she’s not a dude. More bag lady of old, only no bag. Her short, curly hair appears to have once been blonde. Her haggard face coexists somehow with her puffy cheeks. The lips? Pursed in the extreme but open just… enough… to reveal a traffic jam of bent teeth.
At last she bursts in a Midwestern accent, “You have ihh dollar, so I kin get uh pack uh cig’rehhhhhhttes?”
I remember the pack of Natural American Spirit Lights I broke down and bought a couple nights ago prior to a coworker’s going-away party. It’s sitting in my own jacket pocket. I could just give her one. But instead, like the Bad Religion kid, I simply pass without a word.
I think she’s still talking to me, so I glance over my shoulder at her.
He jabs a thumb at Bad Religion a block back and shouts, “No! I just gave that kid a quarter!”
—Tim Coleman covers the street beat for Trainjotting.