Today on the walk from lunch to the office, my coworkers and I noticed a homeless man from afar. He was holding something to his mouth and puffing. I initially assumed he was smoking something. As we got closer, I could see that he was blowing bubbles. As we got even closer still, I could see that he was very content in his current activity. He was so happy to be sitting there, puffing away and not paying any attention to those walking past him. Perhaps the funniest thing about the scene was that the bubble solution he was holding was wrapped in a dirty sock.
It was a little gross (the sock, the smell), a liitle bizarre (he had a stash of empty peanut butter jars surrounding him), and a little endearing.
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