On the way home from work today (which didn’t happen till about 8:30), I had what can best be described as a “very west Philadelphia day”.
A homeless man who smelled of liquor informed me that I was Jesus Christ, offering, as an explanation, my yarmulke and black pants. (Apparently Jesus also wore black dockers).
A homeless man asked me to buy him a sandwich. When I declined, he offered to buy me a sandwich, even going so far as to pull out money.
A man on the street asked if I wanted to buy a “brand new” watch which he proceeded to produce from under his sleeve.
I stopped by the not so fresh grocer on the way home, and noticed that the basket I had picked up for shopping had half of a rotting apple core in it.
Too many characters, not enough new plot material.
