True story.

On my walk home this sub-zero Chicago evening, I got myself a mini mocha. Haven’t had one in a while. Mmm. First sip was great. Kept walking home, passed a church on Broadway that one man in particular stands outside of asking for spare change. Tonight he first asked if I wanted my coffee. I said I did want it, that’s why I bought it. He asked again if I wanted my coffee, so I gave it to him. Told him it was a mocha. Then he asked for change. Gave him fifty cents. As I was getting the money out, he asked what my job was. I told him I didn’t have one. He asked if I was a nurse. I said no, a writer and editor. He tried to swoop in for a hug and kissed my headphones, and I was gone. Everyone has their limit, and dude found mine.

True story. Stay warm tonight!