I Shutter on Ocassion
I thought I was pretty shutter proof, but I do shutter on occasion. There is a woman who hangs out occasionally where I sell the homeless newspaper Street Roots, who can get to me.
Most of the time she is yelling and saying crazy stuff at the folks passing by. She is short, probably in her sixties and although her clothes are ratted out a bit, you can see at one point she knew how to dress.
I will playfully call bullsh*t on some of the more absurd things coming out of her mouth, or laugh at other things. What she says, what she does, even how she smells doesn’t get to me. However, some times she wears her gray hair flared out and there is just tons of crazy looking dandruffy stuff in there and it makes me blanch every time.
I share cigarettes when I have them and she is always grateful. Occasionally she will even call me handsome. Last night she said, “You put a cigarette out in mouth.”
I did no such thing,” I replied. “You did, so I took a picture.” “Nope,” I held firm. “Well they used to put them out in my eyes when I was a kid.”
This surprised me, sometimes you will get small glimpses of the wounded psyche mixed in with the gibberish, but this was a full blown moment. I told her how sorry I was that something like that happened to her. “You’re not sorry no one is, no ones gives a sh*t.”
She wandered off to harass some folks waiting for the bus, they just kept their heads down and tried to ignore her. I told her to leave them alone.
She came yelling back at me that I wasn’t the boss. We had another short conversation around this and she was gone.
I will see her asleep in doorways around downtown and she just never seems to have enough blankets. Pray for my girl folks, I love her so.
Hobo Metaphysic of the Day: Pray for others and God prays for you.
John wants you to know: “I’m not for the government doing more to help these folks.
Their help tends to come with a lot of humiliation, stipulations, and rules, but I am for us finding our hearts again as a people and taking care of our own.”