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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