I guess it made the homeless guy jealous. Maybe he has a secret crush on the hot dog lady. Maybe he orients his cardboard square just so he can watch her all day out of the corner of his eye, dreaming of what never were and what might've been and what her bum feels like.
I'd say he lunged at me but his lunging days were behind him. I think he lurched. I think I may have been lurched at. "Why don't you give me that?" he said with some zeal. He had those little foamy white flecks on his lips. "Why don't you hand it over?"
Like I said, I didn't have a witty riposte. I just weaved around him, as if he were a minor baddie in a video game. If hadn't been holding a hot dog I could've bounced on his head and taken a 1UP.
That was one good hot dog. All mustard and onions. Fuck yeah.
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