Move Along (Randyjw; October 16, 2017)
On Saturday, October 14, at a public art gallery in the park, my homeless friend and I were made to move from the doors and away from the area entirely, via security officer, although the sign clearly indicated that the gallery doors should have been open, and not locked.
On Sunday, October 15, 2017, we arrived to the nearby market, where he bummed a cigarette from someone, and proceeded to smoke it, prior to our entering the market to get some food to eat. He’d only just come to the end of his cigarette, when the supermarket manager, with security officer in tow, asked us to leave. Had this been a non-homeless customer, I doubt that they would have been told to leave. At another location of this market, I was told by a cashier that they don’t have any benches or tables nearby, because “there are alot of homeless people around here.” Yes; G-d forbid they should want to sit somewhere to eat the food they just purchased from your store. I also slipped and fell in their bathroom about a month back, and hurt my leg. It was still bothering me three days later, so I went to the hospital; they say it’s only bruising (internally), but it still sometimes really bothers me one month later. Aargh!
Today, Monday, October 16, 2017, a police officer asked my friend and I to sit up (we’d been reclining on the shady grass — I reading WordPress), and then made us leave the park, with a demand that we go to the soup kitchen somewhat distant, where I’m unable to eat, at present.
Both of us are becoming rather angry about the way people force us away, when we have every right to be in the public forum, as anybody else would. I’m sortof now on the outs with this person, probably for the last time, which seems to make a final, appropriate fit to the situation.