Picking up from my last post, Vancouver, like everywhere else has its share of characters.
The Sweeper: he was an odd dude, nobody was sure about him. He would just stand there. Now and again he would put his hand out. Occasionally he would get upset if you didn’t give him money, I call him The Sweeper because I was in my office and I heard the manager of the video store ask him if he would like to earn a little cash by sweeping up the sidewalk in front of his shop. “No” came his response, “I really don’t want to work”. I guess begging pays.
Braveheart: I was in the shop one day cleaning the display cabinet and this guy walks in. I knew he was schizophrenic the moment I saw him. It was a cool cloudy day and he was wearing really dark wrap around shades, when he walked his knees hardly bent, his arms did not swing, his back ramrod straight. Not only was he schizophrenic he was off his meds. We had the following conversation:
Me: “Hey, how you doing?”
Him: “I am Braveheart and I’m afraid of no man”
Shit
“Well Braveheart, that is good to know. Can I help you with anything?”
All I could think of was my cousin who works with schizophrenics I really could have used a little help. I also remember the bandage on my cousins face when one of his patients punched him in the nose.
“What type of magic do you have?”
“Magic tricks, for entertainment. Here let me show you.”
I showed him a trick, there was no response his face never showed any emotion. He didn’t move, when he spoke only the lower part of his face moved. It was spooky.
“Is that a trick?”
“Yes, did you like it?”
“Has anyone been bothering you?”
“No, everything is fine.”
“Well if anybody does, I am braveheart and I am afraid of no man”
“Thanks”
“You do good magic”
“Thanks”
Months later this guy comes into the shop he introduces himself as Steve, he looks familiar, but not. He tells me he just came in to say hello and to say he was sorry if he scared me. He then explained that he came in earlier in the year calling himself Braveheart!
The Con: Once again in the magic shop. This time there were two other magicians with me. This scruffy guy who hangs around the mall comes in.
“Do you have a fiver for five loonies?”
Loonies, for my non-Canadian friends are Canadian dollar coins
“Yup” as I reached for the cash register I noticed he was holding his loonies like they were poker chips so I couldn’t really see them. I held out my hand for the loonies but he refused to part with them.
Him: “Give me the fiver and I’ll give you the loonies?”
“I don’t think so!” but I was curious, so I held the fiver just in front of him where he made a grab for it, at which time I pulled the fiver back and knocked his hand that held the loonies, four loonies and a washer fell to the counter. I looked at him, scooped up his money and his washer and handed it back to him while motioning him towards the door. The other customers began to chuckle, “Dude, look around, you are in a magic shop! Did you actually believe that was going to work?”
Of course I can’t leave good old State College out of the picture, after all, State College is called the Happy Valley.
Table Thrower: Early in my short lived banking nightmare career I had to go stand outside the bank at a table we had set up with giveaways for returning students. This greasy long haired freak of nature, complete with tattoos, bad body odour, scars and more than a few needle marks comes weaving up the street and of course he is heading straight for little ole’ me.
“Hey, you have to do this shit for your job?”
“Yeah pretty much”
“Wouldn’t catch me doing this shit!”
“Ahh, well, bills to pay family to feed, gotta do what I gotta do.”
“You get paid extra for standing out here with this shit, you should you know’
“Well, it just goes along with the territory, it is not so bad.”
“I’m telling you, this is just shit, shit work, shit pay, you should quit! Lets throw this table and all this shit into the street.”
“No really its fine thanks”
“Whatever but I’m telling you its shit!”
In the end he was right.
Benny: I know we already had a Benny, but this guys name was Benny. Everyone in downtown State College knows about Benny. He has an orange jumper and is harmless, but crazy. So he walks up to the teller next to me, “Miss, do you have 4 quarters?” Katy, being new, young and naive gives Benny the quarters. Benny thanks her and walks out of the bank. The rest of us are busy laughing. Katy, looking at the empty lobby with that bewildered look in her eye, “But…b…but he didn’t give me a dollar!” Yes Katy that’s why you get the money before you give the change, especially to the staggering, swill smelling homeless guy!
And then there was David. David and I were buddies. David is also the topic of my next installment. Street Urchins: The Saga Continues.
Thanks for reading.
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