Sunday, September 5, 2010
So, awhile back...
Back in my smoking days, I found myself stopped on Chrystie St at Delancey, and an one-legged homeless man in a wheelchair rolled up to my window. Because I see a lot of homeless during my shift, I don't usually give out money while working, so I offered the guy a couple of cigarettes. He took them and said, "Thank you kindly, young man. God bless you."
The light turned green, and I made a right onto Delancey, and maybe two hundred people were on the sidewalk. Most of them were looking for cabs, so I figured a concert just finished at the Bowery Ballroom. I picked up a young couple and took them to the East Village.
It wasn't far from the Ballroom, so I decided to head back to grab another fare. I ran down 2nd Ave onto Chrystie to find myself stopped at the same light at Delancey. The same homeless guy rolled up and I offered him a couple more cigarettes. He looked at me quizzically and said, "I'm feeling a terrific sense of deja vu. Thank you kindly, young man. God bless you."
When the light changed, I made the right, and there were a mass of people still on the sidewalk. I picked up a few, and again, went to the East Village. Being so close, I had to try the Ballroom one more time. So, I flew down 2nd Ave onto Chrystie and stopped again at the same light at Delancey. Again, the same homeless guy wheeled over, and I got a couple cigarettes ready. He looked at me for a few seconds, and said,"Boy, wouldn't it be easier just to give me the whole damn pack?"
So, I did. Why not?