Another Wednesday morning, staring out the window and seeing the typical view: homeless checker bets, leaf blowers dragging their job hours out as long as possible, and Subway Dude outside for his 3rd cigarette of the morning (yes, it’s 10:11 a.m.). Bobby walks in.
Bobby: Out there smokin’ with his friend, again.
Me: He’s always out there.
Bobby: You know, I’ve been getting him a pack of smokes and he gives me a sandwich. That’s our deal. But I’m trying to cut back on eating. Plus…(gets quiet, as if about to share a secret…) I’m kinda gettin’ tired of their sandwiches. Plus – cigarette prices went up!
Me: So don’t get him cigarettes. Who cares.
Bobby: Well, he can’t afford cigarettes. That’s why he gives me a sandwich.
Me: It’s not your problem.
Bobby: Well… I’ll see if I’m hungry later.
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