Spare Change Guy

My last entry reminds me of an experience I had with a panhandler.

I'm sure this man has a name, but everyone just calls him the Spare Change Guy because he stands on the corner and recites, "Do you got any spare change," slurring all the words together while hanging onto the vowels so it sounds like doooooyaaaaaagoooootaaaaaanyyyyyyspaaaarechaaaaaaange. Hence the name Spare Change Guy.

One day as I was walking into work from the subway I noticed that the people coming towards me kept glancing over their shoulders. Curious to know what they were looking at, I scanned my path and noticed a woman about 50 feet ahead of me. She was dressed is a nice blouse. Her hair was well styled, and she walked confidently in her high heel shoes. She was also wearing nylons and underwear. Yep, I said underwear, I know this because she lacked any sign of a skirt or trousers.

As she passed by the Spare Change Guy, he ran up to her shouting,
"Heeeeeylaaaadyyyyylaaaadyyyyy. Whaaaaathaaaaappeeeenedtoooooyoooooourpaaaaants?"

The poor woman was mortified. She was indeed wearing a skirt, but it had somehow become completely pushed up so there was absolutely no sign of it as she walked down the street. That day the Spare Change Guy deserved mad props for simply pointing out what no one else would. All the other pedestrians figured the woman was crazy and wouldn't say anything. It is was at that moment I realized that it is true, a person could indeed walk down the streets of Boston naked and no one would stop him/her.