Who are the people in your neighborhood?
(This actually happened.)
I was interviewing the owner of a bar today and a shirtless man walked in. Here comes trouble, I immediately thought.
“Can I get a shirt? Do you have shirts with your bar’s name on it?” he asked.
Reasonable question, I thought. He just needs a shirt because he has no shirt. He had on jeans and shoes, both not worn to the point where he looked homeless. He was cleanly shaven too.
The owner hands him a t-shirt. Then the shirtless dude hands over a twenty. Wait, a twenty?! This dude has an entire twenty dollar bill? The shirtless guy?!
He put on the shirt. Then he started to open his mouth again. This is gonna be good, I thought!
“I would like a fountain drink,” he then said.
“Coke? Diet Coke? Sprite?” the bartender asked him.
“Go fight? What?” he asked.
I’m pretty sure he was a junkie.
