You talkin' to me?

Last summer I was walking to my office from the subway when a homeless woman asked me for money. As usual, I mumbled, “Sorry,” and kept walking. So I was quite surprised when she ran to my side, yelled “CUNT,” and then ran away. While I was disturbed (having anyone yell at you unexpectedly is always unnerving), I was also amused and slightly impressed. She may have been completely crazy, but I felt an appreciation for the blunt expression of her feelings. Once in awhile, I see her around, and I always laugh in my head when I notice her approaching a stranger (especially guys in suits) and ask for change. Ah, won’t they be surprised.