Today I was in Boston visiting with friends from school. It was a fine day, but mostly uneventful. However, before boarding the T again and heading home, my friends and I were passing through Boston Common and had to walk past a homeless man holding a cup for change. We had noticed him earlier, when we were looking for a place to sit, because of his unique style of begging.
Shaking an old Dunkin Donuts cup filled with a few stray coins, he sang:
"Has anybody got any...
has anybody got any...
has anybody got any...change."
The man possessed a gravely voice like that of Muddy Waters (no relation) and perseverance that Lance Armstrong would be jealous of. Finding a spot to sit, my friends and I briefly forgot about him.
Passing by on our way out a little while later, however, we were entertained again.
"Has anybody got...red hair (to my friend with red hair)
has anybody got...brown hair (to my friend with brown hair)
has anybody got...red hair (my red-haired friend again)
has anybody got...hair at all."
It was all we could do to keep from bursting out in laughter, and now I am haunted regret for not handing that bum a twenty.
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