How Dare You Try To Help Me

I took my car in for service this morning, and treated myself to Peet’s; a latte. On the way there I spoke to a homeless man holding a protest sign. I asked him what he was protesting, and he said something in a highly confusing way about misallocated city funds and 32 degrees.

So I asked him to elaborate. I had never heard anything about this.

Apparently the City of Palo Alto bought something for the homeless people to be used as a shelter, with specially allocated funds, and never opened it up… but I’m not sure, because when I asked for details he got really angry. He accused me of trying to “mess with him” and said it was really uncalled for.

Then I told him that I was just asking for information and he would be more convincing to people if he more patiently explained the situation. He angrily told me that he didn’t need my help and I could just go away! This is all within the space of about a minute.

So I went back to the garage, drove back, and ran him over with my beamer. Then I took his carcass and left it to rot inside the abandoned homeless shelter building… maybe he’ll be more polite to people in HELL.

Okay, so I made that last part up. But jeez, why alienate people who are interested in your cause?

It reminds me of young San Francisco liberals who turn every conversation into an argument and then refuse to tell you the basis of their opinions, and yes I have gotten into a lot of conversations like that. Hint: THAT IS NOT HELPFUL NOR CONVINCING.

I am probably one of the more politically active people that guy would have spoken to outside of Whole Fucking Foods market; most of the people outside Peet’s were Palo Alto professional types holding the leashes of their bizarrely shaped purebred dogs and talking about their architecture or legal gigs while they sipped at their $5 coffees.

I hope he remembers me when he’s locked out of his stupid shelter when it’s raining.