I was walking down the street, heading to meet for lunch with a friend, and a bum approached me. He was rather ragged looking with a hat covering his head. I felt sorry for him because he looked like he was honestly down on his luck in which we all may fall in our life sometimes even more than once. I gave him a ten-dollar bill and wished him the best of luck in his future.
When I got the restaurant, my friend was already there and had a table for us waiting. The Lunch was fantastic. We talked about a few projects we might interact on and relived the days when we were in college and the crazy things we did. We could barely eat from all the laughing we were doing.
About the time my friend and I were about to wrap the lunch meeting up, three gentlemen sat down at the table next to us. One of them looked awful familiar. I could not exactly place his face but I knew he looked familiar. I asked my friend and he told me he did not know his name but he knew what he did. He referred to him as a S.C.R.A. Not knowing exactly what that was, he explained to me that it is short for Socialist City Rollers of America. I was very confused by the name. He told me that is where they dress up like vagrants during part of the day and make enough money to be flashy city rollers for the rest of the day.
When we were leaving, I approached the guys' waiter and told him they wanted me to tell him they are expecting three more people and I gave him the most expensive orders I could think of on the menu. I hope they know how to wash dishes!
Hank Epstein
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