Canvassing IV
Me: So you don’t have even five dollars?
Him: Nope.
Me: Okay, well thank you for your time.
(Cut to an hour later, when I’m working the other side of the street and I see him lifting a barbell in front of his giant picture window overlooking the Pacific Ocean. There’s not anything ironic or especially quirky about that, but what a douchebag, right?)
