The Homeless

I know this isn't the best picture, but it was taken with my camera phone from inside of my Baskin. This is a homeless woman that came in the other day. I wanted to take a picture since this is exactly how I picture homeless people. Deadlocks, and a HUGE heaping cart full of everything that they own. I was actually feeling a little sorry for her before she came in, and started talking to me about the harmful ESP waves that were coming from our radio. She really wanted me to call the police and help her with some problem. I had a really hard time understanding her, since she only had one tooth.

Today, I had another crazy homeless man come in. He just walked in and sat down at a table. He was normal enough when his eyes were open, but when he would close them, he would start yelling at himself, me and who even knows who else. He kept screaming and cursing and he kept calling me "little lady". I was terrified of him. There was actually another homeless man that comes in all of the time in the store at the same time. He told me that he would stick around until the crazy one left, like that really made me feel any better. A family came in to get ice cream and the crazy one stopped screaming while they ordered. (He had opened his eyes again.) Then, right as the father was about to order, the crazy one told him to sit down with him. the dad said no and that he was going to get some ice cream. The crazy guy asked him if he was scared, and the guy said no. the crazy one then got right up in his face and was talking to him. Then he suddenly gave him a big hug. The father asked the guy if he wanted some ice cream but the crazy guy wasn't interested. I was apologizing to the mother of the group, and she was telling me that I needed to call the police so that I would be safe, and so that he would stop harassing my customers. While the family was ordering and paying for the ice cream, the other regular homeless man pulled out his cell phone and called the police. The crazy guy followed the family all the way out of the store, and didn't leave them alone until they were driving away. Then the crazy man came back in. He sat at the table closest to my register. He kept thanking the "little lady" for the music playing. A little while later, he tried to come behind the counter. I told him he wasn't allowed behind the counter, so he walked back to the line.

He kept talking, screaming and cursing. I was so scared. I actually texted Sarah, who was coming in after me, telling her that there were some crazy homeless people in the store with me. She even came in early to be there with me, but the police got there before she did. They asked me what was going on, if he was bothering me, and if I wanted them to get him out of the store. I said yes, so they made him leave. They talked to him for a little while, yelled at them, and finally left when they told him that he could either go to the homeless shelter down the street, or go to jail. He left and didn't come back.