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As we waited on the sidewalk, halfway up the block a vagrant sat on a box and wailed. "I'm HUNNNNGRY. OOOOOOH, GOD. I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HUNNNNNNGRY." The guy sounded like if he didn't get some food in him immediately he was going to keel over and die. So Beth, the production manager, and I took some pity on him, and decided to get him something to eat. After a moment of strange negotiations we somehow agreed on splitting the cost of a bagel and cream cheese for him. We went in to the take-out counter to order such.
This being New York, it took 15 minutes to order and be served a bagel with cream cheese at 2 in the morning. By the time we got back outside with it, the vagrant wasn't there. We saw his box sitting alone on the sidewalk where he had been.
We cased the block up and down, looking into side alleys, so we could give him the bagel. He was nowhere to be found.
But while we were looking for him, I saw someone walk up and steal his box.