i think the "why lie? i need a beer" homeless person outside of yankee stadium did/does quite well.

Barry Jive wrote:usually if the guy tells me a joke or something, i give him money. i mean, my main problem with panhandlers isn't that i don't want to give them anything. it's that they don't do anything to earn my money.

dudes should stand outside the 7-11 and just open the door for people or something.

I gave a buck to a guy who offered, and gave me, specific directions for making a particularly confusing connection between Chicago's downtown transit system and the line out to the airport.

Lots of people who don't know how, & have to learn quickly, must go thru there every day; the guy must clean up

uncle milt wrote:anyone remember that blind lady that played the flute or recorder or whatever it was on south street? i mean, if you went there between 1990 and 2001 you've seen her.

She was kicking it on Walnut Street by Rittenhouse Square as recently as 2006.

I know this is so ten years ago, but I need more country/bluegrass covers of rap songs. I come back to the Gourds cover of Gin and Juice every few months and end up listening to it 20+ times in a week until I tire of it.

dajafi wrote:

uncle milt wrote:anyone remember that blind lady that played the flute or recorder or whatever it was on south street? i mean, if you went there between 1990 and 2001 you've seen her.

Wow. I actually do remember her. I spent a lot of time on/around South Street between 1989 and '91.

Meanwhile, whenever I see a young white person panhandling I can't help but think it's something they're doing for a college art school project. Probably I'm going straight to hell.

I pretty much never give money to panhandlers.

Don't worry about young white people--they can always turn to teen prostitution.

I think, by the way, I remember this person. Busking, however, is different from panhandling.

Now the "sketch artist" who used to roam Reading Terminal Market and worked in blue magic marker did blur the line between busking and pan handling.

PrattRules wrote:I'll give a homeless person a few bucks every now and then, fully expecting them to spend it on alcohol. I figure I spend a lot of my money on alcohol so I guess I can't be too upset if they spend it that way. My logic is probably flawed here, but I rather give money to a homeless person than a cancer research charity for the simple fact that the amount of money I would give would go a lot further to helping the homeless than cancer prevention. In other words, my five bucks might buy someone dinner one night, but the cancer prevention industry won't find cures with five extra dollars.

I'll usually just buy the guy a cup of coffee if he's outside the Dunkin Donuts I go to.

I had a guy come up to me and ask me for a couple bucks so he could go across the street to Burger King and get a burger. I just so happened to have a coupon for a free Whopper. He took it, but he wasn't happy about it.

when i worked at mcd's, i used to take shitloads of food and try and give it to homeless people on south st, they'd get mad at me

Went to a Phillies game in September. Before one of the games, I was walking around outside the stadium, and a black guy sitting one one of the concrete jauns motions my friend and I to come over, so we do. He's telling us a bunch of jokes, such as:

What's the difference between Simba and O.J. Simpson? One's an African Lion and the other's a Lyin' African.

After about five minutes regaling us with these great jokes, he finishes with:

What's the best kind of nation? A do-nation.

Forked over like four bucks. He earned it. That's better than most stand-up acts.

in denver some guy with snot running into his mustache came up and asked for money so he could buy a handle of vodka bc it was his birthday. we had just come out of a fancy pizza place so we gave him our leftovers. he wasnt too thrilled about that. he asked if he could have some money for a gatorade or something. we told him no. beggars cant be choosers.

5:55 a.m.: I find a five in the back pocket of my clean jeans.

6:10 a.m.: buying coffee. Reach for the five. There's a 20 folded inside the five.

6:15 a.m.: Tweet about how awesome I am for leaving/finding 25 bucks in my back pocket.

7:05 a.m.: Settle in at work. Spill three ounces of coffee on my clean jeans.

Barry Jive wrote:5:55 a.m.: I find a five in the back pocket of my clean jeans.

6:10 a.m.: buying coffee. Reach for the five. There's a 20 folded inside the five.

6:15 a.m.: Tweet about how awesome I am for leaving/finding 25 bucks in my back pocket.

7:05 a.m.: Settle in at work. Spill three ounces of coffee on my clean jeans.

Maybe if you went through all your pockets, there'd be a 50 or a 100 bill in there

CrashburnAlley wrote:Went to a Phillies game in September. Before one of the games, I was walking around outside the stadium, and a black guy sitting one one of the concrete jauns motions my friend and I to come over, so we do. He's telling us a bunch of jokes, such as:

What the hell is a concrete jaun?

its where the bols hang out

phatj wrote:

CrashburnAlley wrote:Went to a Phillies game in September. Before one of the games, I was walking around outside the stadium, and a black guy sitting one one of the concrete jauns motions my friend and I to come over, so we do. He's telling us a bunch of jokes, such as:

What the hell is a concrete jaun?

I want to say that it's a stoop, but there was no house.

when did the tab button button stop causing an indent and start shuffling my whole dam document around

I addressed a female client with the last name Peters "Peter" in an e-mail today.

Since we're sharing stories about homeless people:

Michelle and I went to see The Princess and the Frog like two weeks ago. On the way home, we stop by Sheetz (our subpar version of Wawa) to get some hoagies to take home and eat for a quick dinner. While ordering our sandwiches, I see that there is this crazy long-bearded looking guy (reminded me of a really skinny Waylon Jennings) with two state troopers. I overhear the conversation, and this guy is trying to find a place to stay, he apparently has been hiking through PA for many days. The homeless shelter in Sunbury is full, they tell him, and he doesn't know what to do. He talks about stealing something so they'll put him up for the night...

I decide to put my best foot foward, I walk over and say, "hey, you know, if I give you guys some money, would you go up the road and put him in the hotel room, you can just put him in the motor lodge up by the new Target." The cops say, "well, we can't do that, because that would be you giving us money, and that's not allowed."

So after talking to Michelle, I say that we're willing to go up there and buy him a room. Michelle says, "hold on, no way we're putting that guy in our car." So I say to the cops, "will you take him up behind us," and they reply that they were planning on doing that anyway.

Homeless guy gets really mad that I don't trust him. I explain that I don't mean to be a jerk towards him, but my wife and I are both pastors and we know the reality of people who you don't know taking advantage. All of a sudden this guy finds religion, and starts saying how he is a "street preacher", and that he's probably safer than us. He starts saying, "the bible says be not afraid. I would trust me."

I say, "yeah, okay, so we're going to go up to the lodge." The cops are good about it, and take him out and search him before they put him in their car. As they are searching him, THEY FIND A MACHETE ON THE INSIDE OF HIS JEANS. I'm talking like Jason Voorees, go down 1/2 of your leg machete. Now, he probably couldn't have taken that out while riding in the car with us, but still, I have this image of him getting in the backseat, stabbing my wife, and telling him to take him wherever he wants to go.

We go to the motor lodge, I pay for the room, and the guy is very thankful. I really don't respond to anything he says or does, the machete thing has me creeped out. While I'm walking out with the police, he starts saying, "hey, I need my knife back!" The police tell him he doesn't get it back, and then we all go home.

Rev_Beezer wrote:THEY FIND A MACHETE ON THE INSIDE OF HIS JEANS.

The logistics would seem to diminish the guy's 'quick-strike' capabilities; he has to drop trou to go on the attack

but you said he was crazy-looking so

all of you would get fired and never get a job again if you brought a gun to work and pointed it at a coworker right?