The Homeless: They're Just Like Us!

Friday night I stopped in at the McDonald's on 2nd Street for a little dinner. I have to do this because in addition to not being able to iron my own clothes or make a commitment longer than 19 days, I can't cook for myself. It was busy in there so it took forever to get my order, and I was thinking the whole thing was barely worth it until this: a homeless woman in front of me hassled the McDonald's employee for five minutes about the menu before finally ordering a chicken sandwich with all sorts of condiments that don't come with it. They total up her order and she hands them correct change, but before the transaction's complete, she suddenly blurts out: "hey! how long is that going to take?" Just not something you'd expect to hear from an unemployed transient. I'm the first one to admit that I used to hate Los Angeles, but it's things like this that have endeared her to me. I guess even the homeless people here are in a hurry.