Doop

So, since I started this whole NaBloPoMo thing...uh, yesterday...I have been carrying around a post-it note with topic ideas on it, just incase I am struck with an idea as I am walking home from work, because believe me I would not remember if I didn't write it down right that second. Even with the post-it, sometimes I don't remember what I meant. (I have Annie as one of the list entries... that is all, and I am pretty sure I didn't mean the musical.)

I should have realized that is was completely ridiculous and I would have plenty to write about, like how someone thought I was homeless today.

Here's how it went down:

Scene: Downtown DC, crossing Pennsylvania Ave NW at 14th St. on my way to my second office.

Vendor: Would you like to make a dontation to help the homeless today and buy a copy of street sense?

Me: No, thanks. I can't today.

(Side note: Normally I do, but I didn't have any $1, plus I usually buy from the same guy that stands outside the CVS by my house. It would have been like cheating to buy from this guy.)

Vendor: Hey, can I ask you a question?

Me: Sure.

Vendor: I noticed you seem weighed down by a lot of bags; are you experiencing a bout of homelessness?

Me:(Trying to laugh it off)Nope, just moving between offices right now.

D'oh. So was it the two full bags or the unwashed hair (my hairdresser told me not to!)? And I thought I looked nice; good thing I haven't seen my (possibly gay - that's a topic for another day)crush today.