Post by Homeless Harriett on Sept 24, 2009 18:05:14 GMT -5
A homeless woman is sitting at a busy corner, her hair is a ratted mess and she has dirt streaking her face. She sat on this very corner every day for over a year, begging for people’s spare change as the rushed off to their cushy office jobs. Everyday she has to deal with the dirty looks and the snide comments, if they had lived one day in her shoes maybe they would have a bit more sympathy. Harriett, the woman on the street was not always this way, there was a time when she was rushing to her cushy job and scowling at the beggars on the street. But that was a long time ago, to Harriett it seems like a lifetime ago.
Harriett pushes some hair back from her face, she glances over at a small plastic bin. Inside the bin are a few coins and a couple dollar bills. A woman who regularly walks by glares at Harriett as usual. Harriett simply smiles and tells her to have a nice day. This time the woman stops and turns around.
The woman has on a gray pant suit and her black hair is perfect in a chignon. She walks over to Harriett and spits in her face.
Woman: Don’t you ever talk to me. You are so beneath me.
Harriett sits in a stunned silences as she wipes the spit off her cheek with the sleeve of her old, ratty flannel shirt.
Harriett: Well Rocky I do believe that is our cue to head on home.
Harriett picks a rock up off the curb, there is a rough face drawn on the rock along with some yarn that appears to be hair. She carries her cardboard sign and bowl back down the street about 2 blocks then she squeezes into an alley, at the end of the alley is a large cardboard box. Harriett places the bowl into the box, the sign on top of the box and Rocky, her pet rock into the box. She then sits down and crosses her legs counting the change in her bowl.
Harriett: Well, we didn’t do too bad today, Rocky. We got $8.34. And a bunch of brochures, I’m surprised people don’t assume we can’t read. Hmm here’s one about how to lose 20 pound sin 20 days. I don’t think I can stand to lose another 20 pounds. Eat less people that will help you lose 20 pounds. Oh looks like there is going to be a carnival wonder if I can’t get a job there. No I know that. I’m homeless not a carnie, there is a big difference. Don’t worry Rocky we won’t even go, even though their elephant ears are delicious. Hmm MWA Wrestling, they’re accepting amateurs. It will pay $50 for the first match more if we do good. I can do that. Its fake anyways I can pretend to get hit.
Are you sure about that Rocky? I don’t think you really get hit or anything doesn’t everyone say it’s fake. You just have to fall before the other person connects. No? Are you sure? Rocky Rockafellar are you telling me you’ve watched Professional Wrestling? Really? Well then I can’t lose, you can tell me how to do it, you’ll be my manager! Alrighty then tomorrow morning we’ll make our way over to MWA headquarters and get me a match.
Harriett climbs into the box and pulls a torn and dirty blanket up over her shoulders and goes to sleep. Rocky has his own blanket and is covered as well, he also has a sleep mask over his eyes. Darkness falls.
Harriett pushes some hair back from her face, she glances over at a small plastic bin. Inside the bin are a few coins and a couple dollar bills. A woman who regularly walks by glares at Harriett as usual. Harriett simply smiles and tells her to have a nice day. This time the woman stops and turns around.
The woman has on a gray pant suit and her black hair is perfect in a chignon. She walks over to Harriett and spits in her face.
Woman: Don’t you ever talk to me. You are so beneath me.
Harriett sits in a stunned silences as she wipes the spit off her cheek with the sleeve of her old, ratty flannel shirt.
Harriett: Well Rocky I do believe that is our cue to head on home.
Harriett picks a rock up off the curb, there is a rough face drawn on the rock along with some yarn that appears to be hair. She carries her cardboard sign and bowl back down the street about 2 blocks then she squeezes into an alley, at the end of the alley is a large cardboard box. Harriett places the bowl into the box, the sign on top of the box and Rocky, her pet rock into the box. She then sits down and crosses her legs counting the change in her bowl.
Harriett: Well, we didn’t do too bad today, Rocky. We got $8.34. And a bunch of brochures, I’m surprised people don’t assume we can’t read. Hmm here’s one about how to lose 20 pound sin 20 days. I don’t think I can stand to lose another 20 pounds. Eat less people that will help you lose 20 pounds. Oh looks like there is going to be a carnival wonder if I can’t get a job there. No I know that. I’m homeless not a carnie, there is a big difference. Don’t worry Rocky we won’t even go, even though their elephant ears are delicious. Hmm MWA Wrestling, they’re accepting amateurs. It will pay $50 for the first match more if we do good. I can do that. Its fake anyways I can pretend to get hit.
Are you sure about that Rocky? I don’t think you really get hit or anything doesn’t everyone say it’s fake. You just have to fall before the other person connects. No? Are you sure? Rocky Rockafellar are you telling me you’ve watched Professional Wrestling? Really? Well then I can’t lose, you can tell me how to do it, you’ll be my manager! Alrighty then tomorrow morning we’ll make our way over to MWA headquarters and get me a match.
Harriett climbs into the box and pulls a torn and dirty blanket up over her shoulders and goes to sleep. Rocky has his own blanket and is covered as well, he also has a sleep mask over his eyes. Darkness falls.