A Hard Pass
Posted on | May 8, 2019 | No Comments
One of the strangest awkward and daily experiences I have is with a homeless guy who lives on Bloor Street near Bathurst.
We used to have a really good thing going. I’d make eye contact and say hello and he would smile and say hello back. I’d pat myself on the back for being an okay dude. He would tolerate that.
Recently I got two super tasty eclairs and ate one and realized I only needed one. So I asked if he wanted one. He looked at me for a long time then said, “I’m going to have to take a hard pass on that.” I realized in the silence he was debating whether I might be attempting to poison him.
He is totally within his rights to refuse the eclair. And even to think I may have been attempting to poison him. It just took the shine of our hellos and it’s hard to be overly friendly with someone who debated whether you might be in the process of poisoning him.
We see each other, open our mouths to say something and then shut them. This is why I only buy one eclair now.
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