As the little monster thrust the pen & receipt in my direction he barked “Sign it.”
Someone needs a nap, I thought. And no, I did not tip him.
I planted myself outdoors to write and after forty-five minutes of chicken scratching, I spotted the little monster headed towards my table with tiramisu, as he walked away he said enjoy.
I’m not a tiramisu fan, but I’m sure the homeless guy on the corner liked it a lot.
Lesson: Never judge a little monster by his bedside manner.
