A Funny Thing
// May 7th, 2008 // No Comments » // Experiences, Poetry and Musings
I was walking down a street in Tampa with two friends. A homeless-looking man noticed us and asked for a quarter. We dismissively admitted that we had no quarters to spare. “C’mon, you’re tellin’ me that between the three of you that you don’t have a quarter!?”, he hounded. I responded, “We’re not standing that close!”.
