any one scared of hobos?***THREAD CLOSED***(due to emotional conflict)

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Not really afraid of them, but here's my "funny" hobo story.

I worked for 6 years at a McDonald's that was near train tracks. One day, a scuzzy looking middle-aged man who looked so much like a stereotypical hobo came in. The boss and I made a few quiet jokes to one another about "Looks like someone fell off the train" and "We'll have to tell him the dumpster's out back." Shortly after he left, one of the middle-aged women who worked with us pointed him out as he was leaving, asking if we had seen him. "Yes," we told her.

"That's my boyfriend Kenny," she said proudly

Now BEFORE anyone reprimands me for judging, etc...

A few weeks later a high school employee mentioned she had seen the co-worker with scuzzy boyfriend Kenny at the courthouse while she was there on a field trip for her 12th grade government class. Another employee who was a fairly dreamy middle-aged woman herself asked, "We're they getting married?"

"Uh, I don't think so. He had handcuffs on."
 
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Good stories! When I was a kid, in the early '60s, I wanted to grow up to be a hobo. I thought it would be great to carry a lunch in a red bandana on the end of a stick over my shoulder. I thought it would be fun to walk the tracks to the next town over! Man, me & my parents sure are glad I chose a different profession!
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Me too, only, I don't think that desire ever died. XD My husband always walks the tracks with me and a little packed lunch when there are trains around. We share sandwiches if we see anyone (usually don't), and have found some neat railroad spikes and little alcoves decorated up by drifters. I especially like the abandoned tracks that have floral life poking through. Those are great to take the dog hiking along and make for some great photos.
 
I'm not SCARED, per say, but I'm wary. I have trust issues, which in this day and age could, sadly, be considered a good thing. Not being scared, I suspect, is due to the fact that my grandfather- nicest man ever- ran away from home during the Great Depression and was a hobo.
 
Someone mentioned agressive hobos. I'm not scared of them... but I was in Central Park once and there was this hobo who was obsessed with this one rock. People would wander on and sit down, and then he'd run over, curse heavily at them, and shake his fist. I'm suprised nobody called the cops. Other than that, I'm fine.
 
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