Hobo Talk, Bookstore, Ride Update
Saturday I rode the mountain, and had a good muddy time and today, Sunday, I rode around Fairhaven and downtown. There were people absolutely everywhere, all the parks, roads, and walkways, I think there were some festivals going on. The homeless especially, it seems like every peaceful bench in the parks had a homeless guy sleeping on it (so much for enjoying a nice read!). At one point I saw a homeless guy engage two college kids about something. I listended in on the conversation and literally each sentence the guy spoke was a non sequitor, completely disconnected from the previous sentence, I mean you couldn't make this stuff up if you tried. This led me to a deeper thought, how many of the homeless have mental impairments or diseases? I'm sure the percentage is pretty high, this guy was diagnosable for sure. How should we deal with these people? If they are unable to integrate into society because of treatable problems such as drug addiction, mental disability or physical disability do we owe them treatment as members of our collective group, or as conservatives might claim are they in their respective predicaments because they chose to 'not help themselves'. I'm not going to pretend to have any answers since this is something I really haven't thought that much about.
While I was spending some time downtown today I saw a used bookstore and decided to go in. As I walked through the doors and started looking around an older man behind the counter rather sharply called out to me, "You have to leave your bag at the desk while you look". I thought for a second, and then turned to leave only to be met by his snide remarks to a paying customer, "we love it, we love it..." As I was leaving I calmly said "Well if you won't trust your customers then..." Before I could finish he interupted, stating with arrogance "No. We don't." As I stood outside the store I debated whether or not to go back in and lay into the guy - if he won't trust me why should I trust him with my belongings? I didn't, and I regret it. Arrogance is something that always makes me mad. I don't know if that man was the owner, but if so he lost a customer and gained an advertiser, I will tell everyone that asks about my experience at "Henderson Books, 116 Grand Ave. Bellingham, 98225." Now as soon as google re-indexes my page I this blurb should be a top hit if anyone searches for the store and they can decide if they want to shop somewhere that snidely distrusts potential customers based on what they are wearing, I know I won't.
Anyways, not much for pictures this week so I'll leave you with this macro shot I took Saturday.
Labels: Hobos, Ride Update
