Baguettes for the Hungry
1. On Friday, Besos met me at my office. She wanted to see where I work. Why? I don’t know. I don’t like to see where I work on a daily basis so I can’t explain these things.
2. On the walk to the train, we contemplated eating downtown before deciding to cook at my place. I stopped into a bread/cheese/wine store to get a baguette. Then, about a half block later, we decided to eat at a restaurant we passed. This meant I had a 2 1/2 foot baguette perched next to my chair as we ate. And that I was carrying it along with us on the street afterwards. I realized that it would not be much good to us tomorrow and I really couldn’t be bothered to continue carrying it so I told Besos I was going to give it away. And less than a half block later, we walked by a woman holding a sign that said, “I’m just hungry.” So I handed her the baguette.
She looked at me like I was crazy.
I said to Besos, “I gave away the bread.” She said, “Aw, you gave bread to the hungry lady who is really just hungry for crack.”
3. I printed and framed about 20 photos this weekend. Almost all of them 18 x 12. A few much larger than that. About 12 are for other people. A few black and white series of my parents with my sister’s kids. Will surprise them. I also finally framed the poster below (though mine is 2008/2009). I managed to sweet talk the poster away (for free!) from a certain member of the opposite sex who was plastering them up throughout Venice when I was in Italy last spring. WOOT!
Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.
October 26th, 2009 at 9:59 am
I don’t see why she’d look at you like you’re crazy if you gave her food when she had a sign that says she’s hungry. I mean, ya know, you did give her FOOD. Although I think Besos made the point with her comment.
I’m glad you got that poster for framed. Not that I have any idea what it means or why it makes you happy.
But, as long as you’re happy Cookie.
October 26th, 2009 at 10:32 am
I can explain that, women want to see where their men work. It’s just how it is.
I would’ve rather given away the bread to the ducks. Way more entertaining and a better photo opportunity.
October 26th, 2009 at 12:06 pm
I bet your family will love those pictures. Gifts from the heart are the best. That is a cool poster too.
October 26th, 2009 at 12:28 pm
1. I will not divulge where I work on a daily basis. But LF would like it. Kleenex available.
2. If you were in Paris, and not Chicago, you’d just be another guy giving out some bread.
3. I was on a late date at a Starbucks one night. They were closing, and emptying the day’s pastries into a large bag. The Starbucks was located in a borderline area; plenty of homeless nearby.
4. I asked: “What are you doing with those?” The kid behind the counter said
“Do you want to take them home? We’re required to throw them out.” “Yes,” I said. “All of them.” My date looked at me like I was losing it.
5. We left, and I gave out bear claws, croissants, banana muffins, and cookies to a number of homeless people about a block away.
6. Wish I’d had some mini-baguettes. They’d have gone fast in my neck of the woods.
October 26th, 2009 at 5:27 pm
@QT! MY LOVE! YOU HAVE RETURNED! Come here and get a hug!
@Sandra – If you could have told me where to find a duck in downtown Chicago, I’d have gone.
@Linda – I hope they like them. Glad you like the poster!
@BigLittleWolf – I’d like to hand out a bunch of pastries. Next time, call me and I’ll come with.