So the other day, Husband and I had a long needed "date night." It was a strange night outside. It was misty and cold and weird outside so we decided a walk on the beach was out. A walk in our favorite park was out. We did not want to spend any money, so the mall was out. Thus, we ended up spending a gift card our AWANA commander had given us for Christmas at a local ice cream parlor. After our sinfully yummy ice cream, we decided to take a little drive around town to see what there was to see.
It was at this point that husband and I decided to ponder some of life's great questions. Homeless folks: They always have a cardboard sign with black sharpie writing that says "Will work for food" or whatever on it. Question: Where do they get the sharpie? I mean, cardboard, yes is plentiful in the trash bins of life, but NO ONE throws away a sharpie that is still useful. Drawers all over America are full of three or four sharpies that kind of stay there until the owner of that home moves away and packs those same sharpies. Is it part of the "homeless man's code" to always have a sharpie in your pocket for the new guy that ends up on the street? Is it the first thing you purchase as a homeless person with your first "earnings?" It is a mystery. Think about that next time you see that man on the corner....where does the sharpie come from?
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