Last night, I was attempting to enter the local bodega, when a beggar blocked my way by simply standing in front of the door while holding out an empty coffee cup. I stared at him. He stared back.
I asked, "... yes?", and he held the empty cup higher. We stared some more. I finally said, "You know, it's called 'work' for a reason. You have to do something."
He stared back at me, and I decided to go to another bodega.
1 comment:
Hilarious.
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