Today I was biking through Fulton Market, the warehouse and meatpacking district near downtown, when I saw this dude loading wooden skids onto a shopping cart. I was curious what he was up to, so I followed him for a couple blocks as he navigated his cart through the middle of the road, carefully avoiding potholes and ignoring the cars passing around him. Finally, I asked him how far he was headed with the skids, and he said Western Avenue, which is 2 miles away. He said he would get $30 from a skid yard for the 12 skids he was carrying. I said, "holy shit, that's a long walk."
Then he asked me if I had a sandwich. I said, no, but I can give you a salad. I think he must have thought I meant "lettuce" (i.e. cash), because when I pulled out a Cosi bag with a signature salad from my backpack (i.e. my dinner, it's got bleu cheese, candied walnuts, pears, baby greens) and handed it to him, he looked puzzled.
I said, "it's a salad, and some really good bread. You'll like it." He said, "oh, a salad, ok..." He looked into the bag, thought for a second, then continued, "didn't you say you had a dollar?"
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