Park Bench Power Play
A homeless-looking man stumbled onto the SkyTrain at the Main Street station last week, hefting a large hockey bag.
"A homeless guy with hockey gear? I guess it could happen," I thought to myself. "Or perhaps it's just a really handy sort of bag for hauling around homeless loot."
Within a couple of minutes, I had my answer — the man bent over and unzipped the bag, exposing its contents for everyone else to see:
A pile of clothes in various states of cleanliness.
A couple of pairs of shoes.
A crumpled oily paper bag. Presumably containing food.
Some magazines.
And a large boombox.
And an 11" television. For catching this week's episode of Lost, no matter from which park bench.
"A homeless guy with hockey gear? I guess it could happen," I thought to myself. "Or perhaps it's just a really handy sort of bag for hauling around homeless loot."
Within a couple of minutes, I had my answer — the man bent over and unzipped the bag, exposing its contents for everyone else to see:
A pile of clothes in various states of cleanliness.
A couple of pairs of shoes.
A crumpled oily paper bag. Presumably containing food.
Some magazines.
And a large boombox.
And an 11" television. For catching this week's episode of Lost, no matter from which park bench.