There I was sitting at the red light minding my own business — mostly. I did look over at the SUV in the emergency lane. It was an Escalade. Stepping out of the driver’s side was one scruffy looking dude. A stylin’ brunette came around the front of the vehicle. She had a flat brown, something, in her hands. She kissed scruffy lookin’ dude, got in the driver’s seat and closed the door.
Scruffy-Lookin’-Dude was left with the brown “something.” He walked to the top of the exit ramp and held up the “something.” Only then did I realize that he was reporting for “work.” As the light changed and I drove away I caught the word “hungry” on the sign.
I work from 7 a.m. to 4 p.m., yet a beggar manages to drive a car with monthly payments equavilent to my rent payments. What is wrong with this picture?