Homeless guy story #1
One dark evening, I was on my way home after a long day at college, and another college student was sitting next to me near the front of the bus, in the seats that face toward the middle. She made a comment about something, and we began discussing our day. I was happy to possibly be making a new friend.
At the next stop, a homeless man got on the bus and sat by himself in the first set of seats facing forward, so he was looking at me from the side. There was one empty seat facing toward the middle between us.
It's hard to describe the smell. It was pretty much the worst thing I've smelled in my life. This guy smelled worse than a garbage dump. I don't know what was wrong with him, but he smelled as if he did all his business right in his pants, and never changed out of them at all, for years. I mean, it was an incredibly foul smell. And he wore about five layers of clothing, despite the fairly warm weather.
|by Flickr user Joshua Putnam|
My new "friend" finally shut her stupid mouth. I was a bit angry with her at this point, for not taking any cues. I know I can't blame her too much. Some people just don't understand social cues. But at the time, I was sort of upset, and just wanted to get home so I could wash my entire face with soap. That is exactly what I did when I got off the bus: I ran as fast as I could, all the way to my bathroom, and washed my mouth out (his clothing touched my mouth), washed my face, and took a shower.
Homeless guy story #2
One morning, I was sitting at the bus stop with other college students, waiting for the bus to get to our morning classes. A homeless man walked up, and stood around for awhile, staring at us. Thankfully, this man did not smell bad.
|by Flickr user Senia L|
This homeless man claimed to have all the wisdom that comes with living for a long time on the streets. Clearly, harassing students who are trying to learn how to make a career for themselves creates great wisdom indeed.
He was so wise, in fact, that he decided to pull the kid's UCSD cap off his head, and throw it in the middle of the street. In his great wisdom, he saw the error of his ways, and walked slowly into the middle of traffic. With all his wisdom, he knew the cars wouldn't simply run him over, despite their screeching and honking horns.
When he brought the cap back, however, he must have forgotten why he had gone to retrieve it in the first place. I guess wisdom can be forgetful. He sort of wondered in circles, seeming to wonder why he was even holding a cap. When the original owner of the cap tried to grab it back, the homeless man yanked it away. He seemed to think the cap belonged to him now. So he put on his shiny new UCSD cap, freshly stolen and thrashed by automobiles, and walked away.