I’ve said this before. Contrary to what some people think, there are no real “Rules of the Streets.” Most street people are playing by their own rules. And the only rule that matters is, What You Can Get Away With.
So I’m sitting here at one of my campus hangout spots charging my cellphone. When this weasely looking street person lugging a big green duffel bag over his shoulder starts to approach me.
“I don’t want any company,” I said (especially now during the coronavirus thing).
He keeps approaching me anyways. Stops a couple feet away from me, standing over me, and says:
“I just want to let you know that this spot is where I lie down,” he said.
“And I just want to let YOU know that I’ve been hanging out at this spot for 20 years,” I said.
“I just want to let YOU know,” he said again, with a surly threatening expression on his face.
“And I just want to let YOU know,” I said, with an equally surly expression on my face.
He lingers in the vicinity for a bit. Glares at me a couple times, with a look of indecision, as if he’s not certain as to how to deal with this unexpected intrusion (me) into his reality. Finally he slowly and sullenly lurches off and is gone.
Somehow, this fellow somehow is under the impression that this spot is now exclusively his spot. . . I must have missed the memo.