as i was walking over, a man approached me. "do you speak english?" he looked pretty normal so i told him "yes."
"you have a fabulous haircut."
"thanks." i replied.
then he starts telling me this huge sob story about living in door ways and being stuck in vancouver for a week without any cash. i was a little taken aback. i told him i didn't have any cash, which i didn't, and proceeded to turn my pockets inside out to illustrate the fact.
"you can give me the change from parking."
"huh? i'm not parked, i'm just going to take a picture."
"oh, thanks anyways."
i just thought it was funny he commented on my haircut. i probably would have given him change if i had it, feed me compliments and i'll feed you cash!
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