A lanky mentally disabled homeless man comes in almost everyday. He walks very slowly with a limp. When he sits down, he rocks back and forth on his chair. Once, I had the disadvantage of being on the table behind him. He rocked back and forth so hard, his chair moved back and bumps my table. I had to move my table back.
I've never taken a real good look at the man. He is older. clothe are dirty everyday. But with most mentally disabled people, I try not to stare. I understand sometimes it spooks them.
But nothing about the man has ever seemed noteworthy to me, until today.
I've just noticed something about him today. When he comes in. He always get a liter of Coke. And he sits there and chugs down that liter of Coke until its empty. That's all he eats. Its all he drinks. 1 liter of that coke everyday. And of course he leaves the empty bottle and bag for someone to clean up after him.
Its never Pepsi. And come to think about it. I believe he uses the same chair everytime.
We are creatures of habit.
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