Thursday, August 23, 2001

Slight tangent if you please. There is a homeless woman that works the 53 interchanges in Schaumburg. I hesitate with the term homeless because she doesn’t look or feel it to me. I know I’m being insensitive and am no expert but something stinks and I don’t think it’s her. Everything is just too perfect. The cardboard sign she holds up is beat up and stained but well written and perfectly legible. Her cloths are a little dirty but up-close she doesn’t have any of the common skin troubles that plague the homeless. Alone this is nothing, but add in the facts that her sign is begging for food and clothing for her kids and she is biggie sized. Naturally I asked her where they were (OK I’ll admit it I stopped and was going to offer to buy something for the kids until she set off the spider sense) she mumbled around so I pushed it and asked names and ages. She walked to the next car in line. If I had unlimited free time I would follow this woman and confront her lying no kid having size of Kansas ass. But because I’m too busy I have just decided to haunt her until she produces some hungry homeless kids or drives to some other suburb. That’s my other problem, she is hustling around Woodfield, and I’m no expert but I think they frown on people living in the doorways over there. Maybe the family camps in Busse woods and she just walks over to get money during the day. If she was truly on foot she would weigh half as much because the walk from her overpass to get a Twinkie is at least a mile. If you happened to see her while you’re out and about stop and ask about her family. I’m becoming obsessed. Did I mention that I have a new route into work that takes me past her spot. Problems, if I don’t have enough I go out looking. 12:00:00 AM    says you