Why is this street person angry? PDF Print E-mail
Written by Wayne   
Thursday, 01 November 2007
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Wag of a bum finger
When screaming at a house doesn’t work one must resort to vicious wags of the finger.  I don’t know what happened to this street person but he was angry, so angry that he could not finish his cup of coffee that he carried, but angry enough that he spent 10 minutes screaming at a 1920’s house painted lemon yellow with cute cropped hedges. I will have to assume that the color was not vintage, upsetting this street person, bringing down a vexing rain of curses upon the house.

 

 

 

 

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Screw computers - learn welding
We spotted this street person in a neighbor hood of vintage homes by the William R Moore College of Technology. He was screaming and waving his arm in disgust for several minutes. While amazingly not spilling his coffee. He walked away from the house after giving it a final wave of disdain, moving to the intersection of the residential street and a major city boulevard to share his anger with passing cars concerning the lasting effects of US-Sino relations based on the cultural ramifications from the US presence on the Indo-China peninsula during the 1960’s

 

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No robot clones!

 

He stayed on the corner for a few minutes waving his arm, pointing, looking down, shaking his head, attempt to take a sip of coffee, and then begin a new rambling dissertation. Not once did he actually consume any coffee, it appeared the rising aromatic steam contained new reasons to rant. Each time he went to sip his coffee a new reason to rant entered him through his nose on the steam, went straight to the brain, and off he went screaming.  It took several minutes before we could determine it was the school that had angered him. Once his rant had built up enough vitriol he stormed the campus like student protestors staging a sit in. He walked up to the building to scream into the open windows.

This being a school of technology, which in this case means welding, I don’t know if he thought they where building robots inside this school, welding together automaton which would replace people. If they where building one to replace him it was a rudimentary robot because after he finished screaming at the building he walked several houses down the road to an old house that had been converted into apartments to sit in a folding chair under a carport with one of those old metal coffee thermos bottles resting by one of the legs of the chair with a pack of smokes on top. He would rest in his chair during the day until his anger at this robot plot roused him to action and he would storm down the street ranting, waving and yelling.

 

 




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