True Story...

So, i was downtown today on my way to a meeting for work, and an apparently homeless fellow started walking towards me. The conversation that ensued is as follows:

Dirty Old Man: Good Morning.

Me: Morning...

D.O.M.: If you don't mind my asking, what do you do?

Me: For work?

D.O.M.: No, for life.

Me: I write songs.

D.O.M.: Good, had you told me what your job was I was going to take your wallet. Have a good day.

and he kept walking. true story. Moral of the story: sometimes homeless men have more important things to say than your boss.

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