The homeless poet tangles with The Redhead
On the northbound Purple Line, an unkempt 50-ish guy wearing many layers of clothing tries to get the attention of a 40-ish red-haired woman across the aisle and down a seat.
He says, "Hey Red. Yeah, I'm talking to you." She looks around a bit, but tries to avoid eye contact. "Do you like poetry?"
"I like some poetry, yes," she replied.
"Well, I'm a poet, I'm homeless right now, looking for a place to stay."
She replied, without even looking at home:"Oh, if you're homeless, you must be a really experienced poet." The guy sitting next to Red audibly tittered.
Without missing a beat, the guy said: "Have you ever eaten at Harold's Chicken Shack?"
Red replied: "Well, there's a new one that just opened in my neighborhood. And my daughter eats there all the time."
Then she got up at Davis and quickly slipped away through the crowd, before he could ask her from some money.