The streets were pretty dead today after lunch, I guess most people figured out how to start their Christmas vacation early. But there is a woman walking a few steps ahead of me, and a smattering of bums here and there to add Dickensan Christmas spirit.
"Merry Christmas," shouts out a bum on the corner, presumably to the woman in front of me.
The woman keeps walking.
"That's kind of shitty," I think. "She could have at least given him the head nod or something."
Now the bum's looking at me. "I guess I ought to say something," I think. "He's making eye contact. I guess that failed Merry Christmas also covered me? Alright, here goes..."
Guess that Merry Chrstmas didn't cover me after all.