I’m one.
I’m sure of it.
Two days ago, I was on the edge of the city where the #1 Highway exits to the East. A young guy was there, backpack on, with a sign that read, “Traveling. Broke and Hungry.” My eye didn’t even register the rest of the words into my head–I’ve seen this sign before. Mentally, I saw myself with a sheet of cardboard and a Sharpie. My sign read, “Staying home with my job. Feeling fine. Make any sense?”
Like I said–jerk.
Then yesterday, our phone rang around 6 PM. Prime time for the telemarketers, it seems. The area code didn’t look as threatening as usual. I picked up. Brief silent moment. Unfamiliar voice asking to speak to someone with my father’s name. “Yeah, just a minute,” I said, as I took the phone from my ear and hung it up.
J-E-R-K.
And not feeling as badly about it as I probably should.
Hmmm.
Jason, When I was living in Vancouver, there was a homeless guy who was always camped between my work and the London Drugs. One day I was walking the street and the guy wasn’t there. But he left a sign and a cup. The sign said “I’m Sick today but please give – Thank you and God Bless”. The moral of the story is that in Vancouver even the homeless guys can call in sick.