So this last week I was in Florida on business. The conference broke for lunch and I went across the street to round table. While I was eating lunch with someone from my company this black guy comes up and asks me for money. I decline to give, but I offer to buy him lunch. The street looking black guy rebukes me and says that I should just give him some coin because it'd be cheaper anyway. I decline again and offer him lunch, he accepts my offer with a crooked brow as if he is calling my bluff. So I buy him lunch. I ask him if he would like to join me at my table, he shakes his head no and angrily tells me " to tell you the truth I don't really want to be here".He sits down at an adjacent table. He begins to tell me how he needs money to stay in a hotel, and that he is looking for job. I ask him what job he is looking for, he hesitates and replies that he wants to work at a hotel. I ask him if any of his family lives in town and reveals that he does. I ask him why not live with his parents? He responds " Man, Im 31 years old, I can't be living with my parents."
My friend and I finish our lunches and the homeless man quickly finishes his meal as well. My colleague shoots me a worried glance and we start heading towards the door. We both grimace as we heard the screeching noise of his chair leg scrapping against the floor and turn to see him advancing towards us. We open the door and quickly start walking towards our rental car. Moments later we hear the door of the Roundtable Pizza open and slam against the wall. The homeless man is waving his hands in the air as if he is calling for us to wait.
I click the unlock button on the car and turn my back to him. Then I hear sprinting steps from behind me and I turn around to see him pointing a spray can at me. I don't wait to see what he is going to do so I turn off sprinting down the food court with the homeless man chasing me. The homeless man is now screaming obscenities at me, and I hear whizzing past my ear a can of blue spray paint. I am panicked now and don't have any direction to run in. I was backed into a corner near Panda Express, as the homeless man, who was now out breath, approached me.
He came about an arms width close to me, and pulled something out of his pocket. It was my wallet. With tears in his eyes, we extended his arm to me and gave me back my wallet. We both started to cry. The wet tears streamed down my face as we both gave an embracing hug. Something didn’t feel right however, I looked down at his hand and it wasn’t my wallet. It was a bomb, *beeping noise* “ What the F-“ . *Bomb Explosion Noise* .
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