I was in a subway elevator the other day. There were 3 people in there with me. Two business-people behind me, let’s call them Sally and Victor. To my left is a homeless guy, Jacques.
Jacques announces, “Man, I just made 17 bucks in 8 minutes. Why would I get a job when I can make 17 bucks in 8 minutes soliciting from people? Ha. Ha.”
To which, I thought, “Am I hearing this man’s internal thoughts?” Surely, he’s not saying this aloud. Victor and I exchanged glances. “Nope, you heard it,” his gaze seems to say.
I looked at Sally, “Good to know, right?” I lifted my left eyebrow.
“Yup,” grinned Sally. “I know never to give anything to homeless people again,” she added with a saddened yet relieved look.
“Hey, don’t say that. Some of them do need it.” Victor and I telepathically pleaded with her.
“You’re right,” she agreed with a nod that actually wasn’t a nod at all.
At the end of the elevator ride, Sally, Victor and I were as close as blood-brothers and sisters. Then, we parted ways. No emails exchanged, no numbers shared. Only fate will tell if we are to cross paths again.