OK guys its been a very long time since I have written my observational blogs but am going to start again. So for those that liked my blogs from before they will be back WHOOOP WHOOP!
Setting:
In a train station, in the waiting area eating a burger king meal waiting for the train. Then homeless guy comes from nowhere to ask for change but instead offer some of my food.
So heres the situation I'm at the train station its in the evening and I think to myself theres no way I'll be able to get a proper meal in me by the time I get home. So I decide on getting one of those XL meals for burger king not realising just the burger would have filled me up. So I go to the waiting area for the trains etc. I there eating my meal halfway through my burger and feeling slightly stuff but need to finish it, to justify the price I paid for this beast of a burger. Strangest thing though I'm sure that they hike the prices at the stations, so you'd be pretty f*cked if you saved up a certain amount in the day thinking yeah I'll get a burger king before I get on the train. Then you realise you get to the station and the prices are a couple quid more than the normal fast food place. Then your like F*UCK I can only get the chicken bites, what the fuck I am gonna do with chicken bites they barely feed the dog let alone me. I came here thinking I would get a substantial amount of meat in me, not the chicken giblets covered in breadcrumbs that are probably stale!
Lucky for me that day I had the right amount enough for that XL meal, but whilst eating it I'm like pretty stuffed and I only had half the burger and some of the fries. Maybe I should have mixed it up a little and got the small burger with the bread covered chicken giblets. So I'm sat there eating this meal and then I notice a homeless guy, at first I thought it was just a black guy with baggy pants and high top trainers that just forgot his belt hence practically hanging off his arse.
Then as he got closer actually realised he was a homeless guy, he wasn't trying to set a trend with the baggy jeans round the arse that you see a lot of these days from the youth. His toes practically hanging out of trainers and if his trousers were any lower something else would be hanging out.
So the tramp starts walking in the waiting area he asks a couple of people for some money for a coffee. He then decides to sit by me and asks me if I could spare some change. Without thinking I offer my fries as I was feeling pretty stuffed. Guess what the reply was
"No thanks I'm OKAY"
Clearly he isn't OK as he is asking people for some spare change for coffee. Since when have the homeless become picky I sat there bewildered thinking. Did he just turn down my fries, it was like half a pack any one of my mates would have snapped that right up straight away. So sat there for a good minute after he rejected my perfectly good fries still hot might I add! I thought hang on he wants coffee, whats the best thing to a coffee I'll offer my Pepsi, see what happens then. So I say to the guy
"How about my drink, I'm not really thirsty anymore, there's still quite a bit"
So now it sounds like I'm negotiating with the tramp, offering my goods as though this train station is a trading post. I'm just hoping he isn't gonna trade me those pants. So he looks at me with this surprised look as though I have just taken the piss, I first offer the Fries and now I offer the Drink. I'm just dicing with death, front page of the local paper
"GUY GETS ATTACKED BY LOCAL TRAMP, as he didn't want fries or pepsi. But a COFFEE!"
So there I am offering my goods to the tramp and to my surprise he accepts and I'm thinking that is noway close to a coffee. That pepsi is cold and I'm sure it had extra ice. Turns down fries, but accepts a cold pepsi, pretty picky for a hobo.
There he is drinking my Pepsi sat there and now he is trying to make small talk. I'm sat there thinking hang on mate you turn down my fries but drink my drink and now you wana talk to me. I feel like I'm at a really bad dinner party where the guest doesn't accept the food I have prepared. OK probably not the most similar situation but still he could have at least tried to eat the fries. Even when he finished up that drink of mine could have ate the fries.
So he drinks the drink and tries to make small talk, but I don't so I get my bag and pull out my book. OK I made a lil small talk seeing as he was by me plus I wanted the bag nearer me last thing I wanted to do was trade my bag!
So he asks me when my train is due I told him like 20 mins as I don't really wana be hanging out with the local hobo's. He is sat there for another 5 minutes of awkwardness and so he decides it's time for him to leave. Guess what he is actually grateful for my drink in his exact words
"Thank you for the drink, God bless you!"
The picky homeless guy said thank you and blessed me check that out. I wonder what the others in the waiting room thought of that. Maybe if they had a sandwich could have traded that.
After he left it got me thinking if I had that 50p would he still have wanted that coffee, personally I would have gone for a Hot Chocolate!
Observational James
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