Thursday, 14 June 2012

The real problem with homelessness

Sat around the table, we just finished a dinner of sausages, cauliflower, broccoli and baked beans. The only person with anything left on their plate is Adam, who has left a little cluster of baked beans. Mat leans over to steal them.

Adam: Oh god, you're not really eating cold beans?!

Verity: They can't be cold already, surely?

Mat: Luke warm.

Adam: Urgh, still horrible. See, this is why I could never be homeless. They eat cold beans out of cans.

Verity, deadpan sarcasm: ... I'm sorry, that's the only reason? Nothing about the sleeping in boxes, no showers, the freezing to death in winter?

This is about the point where Adam is collapsing into snorting giggles.

Verity: No clean clothes, able to pack everything you own into a Tesco's carrier bag, living in constant fear someone equally desperate will steal the little you still have - you can hack all that, but fuck my life, anything but cold beans!   

Silence, punctuated only by the sound of Adam giggling, complete with strange little squeaking noises.

Mat: I think you broke him.

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