Dear Mr. Creepy Bum Man,
You: Creepy bum with a cardboard sign.
Me: Driving home from work, waiting at a red light.
It would have been enough for you to walk by me with your cardboard sign begging for money. Which, by the way, is highly misguided. NO ONE is going to give you money when you have a sign that says “VIET NAM VET” in Little Saigon. TRUST me on this one. I’m Vietnamese.
No, you didn’t stop there… You decided to not only walk to my car and stare into it while I was looking away… But decided to get off the sidewalk and hold your sign up to my window while saying something unintelligible at me through the window.
Maybe I looked like I couldn’t see the sign when you held it 5 feet further away. ON THE CURB.
Well, I just got home Mr. Creepy Bum Man, and I realized. Maybe I was wrong about you and should give you a second chance. I’m sure you have some great stories about ‘Nam, and are actually very well groomed under that smelly grimy-looking exterior.
So, next time you decide to walk up to my car, why don’t you just hop in and go for a ride with me! I welcome you Mr. Creepy Bum Man… We can have dinner and a movie even.
It’ll be fun.
BTW, remind me to lock my car doors from now on.
=D share your creepy stories!