The other day, I was driving along, talking to my momma on the phone (on a headset! never fear!) when I passed a homeless man standing on a corner.
This is nothing new; there are a lot of homeless people in this city. They frequent many of the major intersections around town, holding up cardboard signs about this or that.
This man, though, had no sign. Instead, he just stood there holding his hands out, as though they contained a sign, and grinning at passing cars. After a while, he switched his hands so that he was holding his imaginary sign at the top and bottom instead of on the sides, still beaming at the cars driving past him.
This is nothing new; there are a lot of homeless people in this city. They frequent many of the major intersections around town, holding up cardboard signs about this or that.
This man, though, had no sign. Instead, he just stood there holding his hands out, as though they contained a sign, and grinning at passing cars. After a while, he switched his hands so that he was holding his imaginary sign at the top and bottom instead of on the sides, still beaming at the cars driving past him.
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