Nothing.
That’s exactly what I did. I did nothing. I pretended that he wasn’t there. I drove on to Port City Java to do some studying and to buy the PCJ crew some lunch for letting me turn their coffee shop into my office. So I asked the PCJ crew what they wanted for lunch and they all agreed, “grilled chicken ceasar salads” from O’Charley’s. Grilled chicken ceasar salads it was.
So I drove to O’Charley’s to pick up the salads and guess who was still standing on the median between McDonald’s and Chik-fil-A? It was the grizzly Adams looking homeless guy. Yet again I drove past him and pretended that he wasn’t there. However, I knew I was supposed to do something.
I picked up my salads, got back in the car and headed back to PCJ to make my delivery. This time when I drove past the homeless man I actually looked at him. I didn’t know what to do so I did nothing.
I dropped off the Salads for my Port City Java crew and was heading out the door when one of the baristas asked me if I was going to eat my salad. I thought, “I didn’t order a salad…we must have been given an extra one.”
I knew what I was supposed to do.
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