Went to Bills Bar B Que for lunch, its on 24th and Ames in Omaha a rough area. I get the 4 orders (folks love that stuff) and place the bags in the passenger seat. Walk around the front of the truck and a young guy dressed kinda wierd in very heavy coats and such. He says to me. "First off I want to tell you I mean you no harm" then told me he was broke and needed some money. I told him no way I dont have any cash, well then he says how about a cigg? I dont smoke so its yer bad day isntit? He stepped back and looked surprised I talked to him or something, kept looking over my shoulder as if he had a friend.
Got in the truck and drove back to work. Just another day in the big city
I love the look in his eyes when I stood up and was 3 times his size