On the way home from Ken’s Christmas party
I get out of Hannah’s car, and a someone starts talking to me as I walk across the street…
Homeless guy: I know I’m black, but I don’t have a gun.
Me: Ha! Not in this neighborhood you don’t.
HG: Look, I know it’s a cliché, and it’s totally my fault that I’m going to sleep on the street tonight, but…
Me [interrupting]: I don’t have any money to give you, but would you like a beer?
HG: What? Um, yeah.
Me [taking a tasty 22oz Klamath Basin Brewing IPA from my bag that Ken had given me not 10 minutes before]: Here you go.
HG: Woah! That’s a serious beer!
Me: We’re serious people.
HG: Wow, thank you. You’ve really changed my opinion about people around here!
Me: No problem, enjoy!
HG [as we’re walking away, shouts back]: Don’t think that I’m not going to drink this!
Me: You should!
HG: Thank you!
Me: You’re welcome!
