John looks poor. His work attire consists of old jeans and a casual shirt. His coat is old but warm. He plans to buy a new one when he feels secure in his job...if he lives that long. The commuters walking cross town in designer business attire don't have the luxury of wearing jeans. They are judged by their appearance as much as for their ideas or work. And they judge people the same way.
Still, John can't help but notice the $800 shoes walking past homeless people living on the sidewalk on carboard boxes. Today, the temperature and moisture is exactly right to turn the streets of Manhattan into an ice skating rink. The expensive shoes make walking nearly impossible.
John doesn't see the homeless man as he walks sure-footedly past him in old, rubber-soled boots.
Homeless man to John
'Watch me son.'
A 30 something man in navy blue, long suit coat over a pinstripped suit is carefully, crossing the street on shiney shoes. The homeless man creeps up behind the business man, pulls a thing out of his raggy coat that makes the loud sound of a duck.
*Quaaaaaaaaaack*
Startled, the business man jumps a little and falls completely on his butt. His unopened brief case slides across W37th Street.
The homeless man looks at John-laughing. John thinks, well if it walks like a duck... John tries to stop laughing, looks to see if the businessman is o.k. John sees him getting up. John puts his scarf over his face and laughs more. John's sneakers enable him to keep up with the homeless man; who is moving fast. It's a train wreck during a 'same boring commute' and John has to see how this is going to workout. Should he warn the same aggressive people that push him out of the way every morning to get off the train?
Being, John guesses a feminist, the homeless man sneaks behind a business woman and blows his duck caller.
*quaaaack*
The woman jumps spins on her heels like a modern dance routine as things are flung out of her over-stuffed purse.
At W37th and 5th, the homeless man's actions get the attention of a young, reed-thin cop who just happens to come around the corner to catch his antics.
The homeless man sneaks behind a heavy set man crossing the street.
*quaaaaaaack*
The heavy set business man is startled. He yells at the cop.
'Do something. I pay your salary...'
Young cop yells a well-thought out command to the homeless man.
'Hey'
Cop goes to run, but his shiney shoes are not made for ice and his legs do a man-split-his crotch not quite hitting the ground.
The homeless man runs out of sight.
John helps the cop up.
'You o.k.'
Young cop
'What a worthless jerk'
John
'Yeah, sometimes I hate these pushy business people.'
Young cop rolls his eyes at John
Still, John can't help but notice the $800 shoes walking past homeless people living on the sidewalk on carboard boxes. Today, the temperature and moisture is exactly right to turn the streets of Manhattan into an ice skating rink. The expensive shoes make walking nearly impossible.
John doesn't see the homeless man as he walks sure-footedly past him in old, rubber-soled boots.
Homeless man to John
'Watch me son.'
A 30 something man in navy blue, long suit coat over a pinstripped suit is carefully, crossing the street on shiney shoes. The homeless man creeps up behind the business man, pulls a thing out of his raggy coat that makes the loud sound of a duck.
*Quaaaaaaaaaack*
Startled, the business man jumps a little and falls completely on his butt. His unopened brief case slides across W37th Street.
The homeless man looks at John-laughing. John thinks, well if it walks like a duck... John tries to stop laughing, looks to see if the businessman is o.k. John sees him getting up. John puts his scarf over his face and laughs more. John's sneakers enable him to keep up with the homeless man; who is moving fast. It's a train wreck during a 'same boring commute' and John has to see how this is going to workout. Should he warn the same aggressive people that push him out of the way every morning to get off the train?
Being, John guesses a feminist, the homeless man sneaks behind a business woman and blows his duck caller.
*quaaaack*
The woman jumps spins on her heels like a modern dance routine as things are flung out of her over-stuffed purse.
At W37th and 5th, the homeless man's actions get the attention of a young, reed-thin cop who just happens to come around the corner to catch his antics.
The homeless man sneaks behind a heavy set man crossing the street.
*quaaaaaaack*
The heavy set business man is startled. He yells at the cop.
'Do something. I pay your salary...'
Young cop yells a well-thought out command to the homeless man.
'Hey'
Cop goes to run, but his shiney shoes are not made for ice and his legs do a man-split-his crotch not quite hitting the ground.
The homeless man runs out of sight.
John helps the cop up.
'You o.k.'
Young cop
'What a worthless jerk'
John
'Yeah, sometimes I hate these pushy business people.'
Young cop rolls his eyes at John
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