Pathetic Hobos
That’s what my daughter told me a few nights ago. I was expecting her to be sad. Her tender and loving heart hurt by the thought of someone with so little that they had to stand in front of the mall and beg passing cars for change.
You see, she’s the kid that picks worms up out of the road and puts them back in the garden after it rains because she doesn’t want them to die in the sun. She checks the SPCA page every few months to make sure the pets have been adopted. I buy icee pops in bulk because she makes sure everyone in the neighborhood has an icee pop on hot days. She doesn’t want anyone to feel left out. She’s my baby and I love her ability to look at a situation and decide what needs to be done to make it better.
“Absolutely pathetic!” she continued with a hint of contempt in her voice. Myhusband and I looked at each other questioningly as she continued.
Does he really think I’m going to fall for that?
First: He has a printed sign. It was printed on a computer and it’s in a plastic report cover. Hobos have to scrounge through the restaurant trash and find a crayon then write a handwritten sign on a piece of cardboard.
Second: He has a brand new backpack. It’s nicer than mine.
Third : You never see hobos walking on this road he must drive from somewhere and park in the parking lot. How did he buy a car if he’s a hobo?
Fourth : He has new shoes.
Fifth: He’s not hungry because he’s fat!
I was a little stunned and instead of looking in the other direction I looked at the man she was so harshly judging. I must say, I think she’s right.
I’ve wondered about the men that stand at the light in front of the mall. They are always there. I’ve wondered if they have a schedule to determine who works when.
We put money in the tip jars even if we only got a lemonade. We drop bills in the hat of street musicians. We give food and money to local food banks. I once threw a $20 bill behind an old man that couldn’t pay for his groceries at the checkout and insisted that I had seen it fall out of his pocket. But I’ve never given a dime to the hobos in front of the mall. I doubt I will.
Today my daughter told me she had seen the hobo from the mall texting someone on his cell phone. He had a Starbucks cup sitting beside him. I had to giggle. She shook her head.
Pathetic! I said and she giggled back.
Come on guys. If you want our money you need to do better than that! Get an old hat. Maybe a harmonica or somethin’. Buy your coffee from 7-11. Stop carrying around $100 backpacks. You have a reputation to uphold and you are making my child jaded. I expect better!

About 5 years ago as we were turning into Central park our son asked us to roll down the window. He wanted to tell the panhandler that Kohl’s was hiring.
We didn’t roll down the window.
I’m wondering if this is the same bum I ran into at CVS a few months ago – http://davidcgarcia.com/2009/02/my-dog-bums/
I applaud your daughter’s observational skills.
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COD – That made me laugh. Smart boy!
Badass – It could have been the same bum. I’ve seen several that make the rounds. I really do think they have meetings and set up schedules. I wonder how much money they make?
Yeah, I’m getting kind of cynical myself. I think the “bums” are using the present economy as an enhanced job opportunity. What really makes me not want to invest in them is seeing the same ones in the same places over and over. I’m getting no return on my investment here, folks. You are still standing here. This is obviously not working for you. Do something different already.
I know what you mean. Yesterday we saw a bum with the same arm and leg brace that a different bum was wearing last week. I just shook my head and laughed when he made a big dramatic point of getting up and then more drama to sit back down.
hahaha! i like the sign….a friend of mine in New Orleans ran around with a sign on his neck that said “free high five”… hahahaha!
That sign cracks me up. I’d give him a few bucks!
Free high fives are always good.