Monday, January 22, 2007
Cell phone on a car battery.
So the homeless guy that parks himself regularly in front of Macy's has moved uptown a block. He usually has a keyboard hooked into a car battery which he wheels on a little cart. He plays jazz and other music, depending on his mood.
Today he had a cell phone hooked up to his car battery. First he was yelling at his wife. She wasn't home all night. Then, he was ordering lunch (no, not delivered, I guess, I heard him say he was coming by in half an hour to pick it up). When he was through, he returned to vigorous shaking of the cup with coins.
It's 10:37 pm and I'm just finishing writing for the day. There's a guy in the office yelling at his wife on his cell phone. She was supposed to be home by now. I'm getting out of here before he orders food, and wheels out his car battery.
Today he had a cell phone hooked up to his car battery. First he was yelling at his wife. She wasn't home all night. Then, he was ordering lunch (no, not delivered, I guess, I heard him say he was coming by in half an hour to pick it up). When he was through, he returned to vigorous shaking of the cup with coins.
It's 10:37 pm and I'm just finishing writing for the day. There's a guy in the office yelling at his wife on his cell phone. She was supposed to be home by now. I'm getting out of here before he orders food, and wheels out his car battery.
