Street people..

In every community there are faces that you see walking about pretty much everyday.
You don't know them by name,but after a while you can be sure they are going about their daily rituals in an effort to keep a degree of consistency in their lives.Some,like me,ride their bikes to and from work at the same time each day.Some jog,or walk their dogs..Some are happily homeless,collecting aluminum cans in the small hours of the morning to take to the local recycling center in the hopes of earning enough for a meal,or maybe even a pack of smokes and a forty ouncer.Been there myself for a short time, back in the last century.Things change.

Still,you get to know each other in an informal sort of way,smiling,nodding,or acknowledging each other with a "How ya doin' today?"...."Fine,..just fine"..

I'm sitting at home last night when I heard a knock at the door.My neighbor was having some problems with his laptop,so I told him to bring it by,and I'd help him get it back in shape.

"Come on in!"....

Now,I've seen this guy just about every day,he's clearly harmless,but he's not my neighbor.
"Oh,..uh,.hi,..what's up?"
"I'm sorry to bother you sir,..can I please use your phone?"..
..."Why not?",I think to myself.."Sure",I tell him,handing him the phone.
**beep beep beep,...beep beep,beep beep..**
No sooner had he dialed,that he hands me the phone urgently,"Tell him I'm not here!"...

"Hello?"..."Yeah,...He's not here"...*click*
"Thanks a lot!",..obviously pleased..
"No problem buddy"...and he left..

There is no point whatsoever to this story...