I had the opportunity to pass by an elegant restaurant the other night. There were many well-dressed patrons enjoying cocktails and fresh fish and other delectables. They were all dining on the patio that had a lovely wrought iron fence to enclose it. A bum, wearing sweatpants and a sweater (in the middle of summer), held up a cardboard sign as he passed the people who were simply trying to enjoy their meal. He then collapsed on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant and began to convulse, as if he was having a seizure. A few people who had witnessed the event continued to pass by and let the bum continue with his spasms. The customers eating their meals looked up from their filet mignon and then resumed eating.
I did the same thing. That is a horrible example of leadership and compassion. I never knew what happened to the poor bum.
Be careful when fine dining. A bum is just around the corner, but no need to worry because he probably won't ruin your evening. Carry on.
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