I should borrow money from the homeless...

I don't think I told this story in recent times... so here it goes.

I went into a Johnny Rockets (in Beverly Hills) when I lived in L.A. the last time to get something to eat.  At the counter and in front of me there was a man that was clearly homeless and stinky.  He was filthy and hairy and all that stuff typical of homelessness...  so you can get a mental picture which I recommend.

My curiosity piqued and I couldn't resist to look sort of over-his-shoulder (remember I don't have a sense of smell) at what this homeless man in Beverly Hills could be ordering whilst pretending I was getting a better look at the menu.  I remember thinking, "maybe he got enough money for a whole good meal today" happy at the fact that he was in a food shop and not a liquor store... 

Then I saw it, I really, really saw it.  Like the golden halo eminating from that briefcase in "Pulp Fiction" but with their own hue of green, between the pages of a TV Guide were (no joke) a minimum of five $100 bills, each one in its own little page-section.  He kept flipping through the pages; he got to the 20's section, then the 10's, then the 5's, which he gave one of to the seemingly unsurprised Johnnie Rockets Beverly Hills worker.

Just like anyone else, he took back his change, put the coins in his pocket.  Closed up his TV Guide wallet, put it away.  Picked up his order and left the place. 

The strangest thing of all was the normalcy of how the situation developed.  One can only assume that this man was a regular...  Mr. Bum of Beverly Hills...