The hobos recognize you.
Downtown’s homeless and vagrant population like to hit up tourists for small change. And the business crowd, and party-goers too. Sometimes, they hit up the locals. Like me!
My latest exchange with a hobo went like this:
Hobo to tourists: Hey, got any spare change?
Tourists: (No response)
Hobo to me: Hey got any-
Me: No, sorry.
Hobo: Oh hey, I know you, that’s cool… (continues muttering to himself)
Some downtown hobos don’t even ask me for change anymore. As a downtown resident, I’d like to think I’ve earned it. It took a few years, but it’s an honor nonetheless.