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."
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."