On my travels I see panhandlers on highway medians. They are always stationed at intersections and always have a sign. I drive by these same spots a couple of times a week and there are different people there nearly every time. But never two people. An amazing coincidence that two people never show up at these prime spots.
And then I begin to wonder about the clothing and other accoutrements. They look rough...almost too rough.
But perhaps I am overly mean and suspicious, ever since I saw one of them talking on a cell phone.
I don’t know what a tattoo costs but some of these poor panhandlers sure seem to have thousands in “body art.”
Funny you should say that. A couple of weeks ago, I watched a man and a woman running under a freeway underpass, the man yelling at the woman to go faster, in order to beat another woman who was coming from the other direction to take their spot on the exit ramp. A shouting match ensued, and the woman on her own, outnumbered, moved on.
In Houston we have a bum pimp.
He organizes the bums so that there is no conflict, for a small fee.
If you are ever at a light on the hour (5pm being a main quiting/starting time), notice how one bum just picks up his milk crate and walks off as another, unrelated bum arrives.
If you see this happen, that there is evidence that your town also has a bum pimp.