Cobs For the Bums.

While taking a break from "studying,"otherwise known as playing N game, I decided to hit up a BBQ place on one of the mecca-streets of homeless people in this city. It's full of "culture," as long as you like your culture to come in the form of dog shit, panhandlers, and shadows of former selves that smell like gin. I order 2 skewers of the Texas BBQ chicken, which comes with some cobbed corn pieces. The corn was not grand. In short order, I slid those bits off, consumed my chicken, and washed it down with some mac 'n cheese and mashed potatoes. It was sweet.

So I'm sitting there finishing up my delicious glass of water, enjoying a conversation with a babe (ok, so she's only a friend, but I was still seen in public with her, so points for me), when I spot these two street people walking by staring into the restaurant at the various plates of food. They walk to the window closest to my plate, stare down the cobs, and immediately the female half of the duo walks into the joint. She comes to my table, points at a cob and asks, "Can I have one of those?" Knowing I wasn't going to touch any of them, I told her she could have all 3 of the remaining pieces. "Really?" - "Sure" I said. I was impressed with the skill it took for her to snatch all 3 in one greasy palm, but kudos to her, she did it. She said thanks, I told her to "have fun." It was the closest thing I've known to what it must feel like to give out candy at Halloween. Except it was corn on the cob instead of candy, street kids instead of real kids, and a restaurant instead of a private residence. Other than that though, just like Halloween.