Cheesy Dude

Last night, I went to Bennigan's.

I ate something with cheese.

Behold the power.

Anyhow. . . Anyhow.

So I was walking out to my car after eating the cheese, and this guy comes up to me and asks for 75 cents for bus fair. Says his car won't start.

I look at this dude and think there is no way you own a car, you just want my 75 cents.

But what the heck, right? I mean it's only 75 cents.


So I say ok, sure, and I start digging around in my purse.

It's kind of dark out and I usually never have money in my purse, but I am determined to find this 75 cents.

I'm up to one quarter and a nickel, when I decide to do something brilliant.

I hand the homeless man my credit cards and ID and say, "can you hold these for a second while I try to find some more change in here?"

Bob, I'm a genius.

Anyhow, I made it up to 67 cents for the dude, which I exchanged for my credit cards and ID.

Let's see, ate some cheese sticks, wasn't killed or robbed, and found a Mentos in my purse.

So all in all, not a bad night.

2006-02-01 at 11:16 a.m.