Homeless people hate me.
So the other week I missed a parcel being delivered so went to the post office to pick it up. There was a homeless man outside and as I walked in I looked directly at him and so he proceeded to speak to me. I looked away and went into the post office as I couldn’t hear what he was saying and didn’t have any money on me anyway. (That’s probably what he was saying)
I went back to the post office today and the same homeless guy was sat outside. I had told my mum what’d happened a few weeks ago and asked what I should do this time. She told me to give him no eye contact and keep walking into the post office, which is what I did, even though he was talking to me yet again.
I got my parcel and went back in the car. My mum told me that as I had got out the car I’d dropped a letter and the homeless man was trying to tell me. It turns out the letter was a cheque for a bill so it was pretty important. And I had just blanked the guy when he was trying to help me!
So he got up and gave the letter to my mum and said how he was trying to tell me but nobody listens to him. After mum told me this I just felt awful. But not as awful as she should have…
After he said this she just giggled. I don’t know how their conversation entirely went but he ended up asking her for money in which my mum replied “sorry I haven’t got any” but shortly after realised her purse was visible from where the guy was standing.
I don’t know what I’ll do if I have to pick up another parcel…