Entry: Proving once again that you can't judge a book by its cover... Wednesday, December 21, 2005

I have made rum balls every day this week.  Trust me when I say they are pretty damned good, too.  Coworker Jeff thought it would be nice for me to share my latest culinary success with some of the homeless folks in our 'hood.  Now, under normal circumstances, I would never do anything to encourage any kind of loitering in the Midtown residential district, but it is Christmahanukwanzahka and all, so I decided that maybe he was right and I should share my new found "wealth."  So I packaged a few of them up and went on my usual walk with Zoe. 

Now, keep in mind that Miss Zoe and I have become somewhat of a staple around Midtown.  The  homeless folks in our hood call her that "greythound" or if they've forgotten due to their alcohol-induced stupor, they may ask, "what dog do dat be?" followed by, "right, right, dat dog be greythound!"  My point is (and I do have one) is that they seemed to be comfortable enough with Zoe and I to accept our gift of Rum Balls. 

As I was heading home, I had one more left and came across a guy at the CVS corner wrapped in a blanket.  So, of course, I assumed he was the usual homeless CVS dude and I gave him one.  The guy looks up at me and says,"What's this?"  And so I explained that it was rum balls and blah blah blah.  Well, he looked at me all weird and I felt sorta odd, so I said something like, "I'm sorry, but I don't take money with me when I walk the dog - this is all I have." and the dude replied, "I'M NOT HOMELESS!" 

OOOOOOOOOPS!!!!  I'm a dumbass! 


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