I hate to say it, but I'm really sick of being hassled by homeless guys. I generally feel a little guilty when I don't give change to the homeless (I tend to think that they are better off finding help at one of Columbia's many facilities for the homeless, rather than taking cash I give them for alcohol), but I'm really running out of patience today. It's not even a class thing - I have nothing against the homeless, or anything like that. I'm just sick of being hassled in not-nice ways! Between this morning and yesterday, I've been hassled three times outside my workplace! All three incidents have included the same gentleman, referred to here as X. The first time, X and an African-American guy from Mississipi cornered me (making it really difficult to just keep walking; they moved every time I moved) and tried to get "$3 to cover gas to Mississipi" - $3 might get you to the edge of town! Anyway, after I said no, claiming to have no money (not entirely untrue, I didn't have much on me) the MI guy pulls a knife out and... tries to sell it to me. Needless to say, a guy pulling a knife didn't do much for my nerves, and my first thought wasn't "oh, nice knife, I'd love to buy it." It was more along the lines of "can I run away? Not sure. I hope he's slow enough that I can dodge and perform a break-lock...." The second time, X appeared in our parking lot and started rambling about wanting smokes/money, and how he was going to die without a cigarette. I didn't give him one. He didn't die. I'm beginning to think that's a shame! Anyway, this morning I'm smoking with Dan, and X wonders over saying "is that a cellphone?" Considering he was with MI Knife Man yesterday, my first thought was "try and get my cellphone, and I'll show you just how fast an English guy can get into the office and call for help!"
Sometimes, people really bother me.
Mood: aggravated
Music: None
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