Saturday, September 15, 2007
The other day, my husband and I stopped at Jamba Juice for a mid-afternoon snack between shopping for stuffy black suits for my work and random household items that people don't actually need, but have to have. As we are walking in the door we see a man sitting at a table eating a gourmet sandwich, probably smoked turkey, brie and avocado, from the Starbucks next door. As we open the door to Jamba Juice the guy says to my husband- hey man, wanna buy me a smoothie? To which my husband says- not really. 3 minutes later, a guy in a Mercedes with slicked back hair escorts the homeless guy into the Jamba Juice buys him a smoothie and leaves. Mercedes doesn't even buy himself a smoothie. This guy had all of his faculties about him, was wearing nicer shoes than my husband, eating a sandwich I would never buy at Starbucks, just out of principle of how rediculous the price is, and was totally ungrateful for the man who just bought him a smoothie. This guy was an elite bum, and I'm totally baffled by the whole thing.