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Originally Posted by Radar
I've also never been able to figure out the homeless guy with a dog thing.
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I think that when it comes to panhandling, smelly crackhead with a dog will end up with more money than just a smelly crackhead.
Years ago, this homeless guy was brought in. He had been living in a van with his cat. The cat was absolutely gorgeous. A longhair of some kind with the sweetest ever disposition. She stayed in one of our secure interview rooms for a while, and prospective foster parents (nuthouse staff) came to check her out. After a while the visitors dwindled, and we needed the interview room so we brought her into the office, where she promptly hid under a bookshelf and wouldn't come back out. It had been a very stressful day for her. My department's office manager eventually ended up fostering her, and the homeless guy understood that he wasn't going to be able to take her back while he was trying to get himself back on track, so he signed Morgie over to my cow orker. She lived out the remainder of her days in glorious suburban comfort.