The Nonlinear Library LW - I would have shit in that alley, too by Declan Molony
Jun 18, 2024
Declan Molony discusses his experiences encountering homeless individuals in a major U.S. city, highlighting the lack of public restroom access and the complexities of interactions. He shares anecdotes of encounters with homeless individuals and reflects on how societal attitudes towards them can impact their lives.
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Welcome to The Nonlinear Library, where we use Text-to-Speech software to convert the best writing from the Rationalist and EA communities into audio. This is: I would have shit in that alley, too, published by Declan Molony on June 18, 2024 on LessWrong.
After living in a suburb for most of my life, when I moved to a major U.S. city the first thing I noticed was the feces. At first I assumed it was dog poop, but my naivety didn't last long.
One day I saw a homeless man waddling towards me at a fast speed while holding his ass cheeks. He turned into an alley and took a shit. As I passed him, there was a moment where our eyes met. He sheepishly averted his gaze.
The next day I walked to the same place. There are a number of businesses on both sides of the street that probably all have bathrooms. I walked into each of them to investigate.
In a coffee shop, I saw a homeless woman ask the barista if she could use the bathroom. "Sorry, that bathroom is for customers only." I waited five minutes and then inquired from the barista if I could use the bathroom (even though I hadn't ordered anything). "Sure! The bathroom code is 0528."
The other businesses I entered also had policies for 'customers only'. Nearly all of them allowed me to use the bathroom despite not purchasing anything.
If I was that homeless guy, I would have shit in that alley, too.
I receive more compliments from homeless people compared to the women I go on dates with
There's this one homeless guy - a big fella who looks intimidating - I sometimes pass on my walk to the gym. The first time I saw him, he put on a big smile and said in a booming voice, "Hey there! I hope you're having a blessed day!" Without making eye contact (because I didn't want him to ask me for money), I mumbled "thanks" and quickly walked away.
I saw him again a few weeks later. With another beaming smile he exclaimed, "You must be going to the gym - you're looking fit, my man!" I blushed and replied, "I appreciate it, have a good day." He then added, "God bless you, sir!" Being non-religious, that made me a little uncomfortable.
With our next encounter, I found myself smiling as I approached him. This time I greeted him first, "Good afternoon!" His face lit up with glee. "Sir, that's very kind of you. I appreciate that. God bless you!" Without hesitation I responded, "God bless you, too!" I'm not sure the last time I've uttered those words; I don't even say 'bless you' after people sneeze.
We say hi to each other regularly now. His name is George.
Is that guy dead?
Coming home one day, I saw a disheveled man lying facedown on the sidewalk.
He's not moving. I crouched to hear if he's breathing. Nothing.
I looked up and saw a lady in a car next to me stopped at a red light. We made eye contact and I gestured towards the guy as if to say what the fuck do we do? Her answer was to grip the steering wheel and aggressively stare in front of her until the light turned green and she sped off.
Not knowing if I needed to call an ambulance, I asked him, "Hey buddy, you okay?" I heard back a muffled, "AYE KENT GEEUP!"
Well, at least he's not dead.
"Uhh, what was that? You doing okay?" This time a more articulate, "I CAN'T GET UP," escaped from him. Despite his clothes being somewhat dirty and not wanting to touch him, I helped him to his feet.
With one look on his face I could tell that he wasn't all there. I asked him if he knew where he was or if he needed help, but he could only reply with gibberish. It could have been drugs; it could have been mental illness. With confirmation that he wasn't dead and was able to walk around, I went home.
Who's giving Brazilian waxes to the homeless?
I was walking behind a homeless man the other day. He was wearing an extra long flannel and sagging his pants low.
Suddenly, he noticed his (one and only) shoe was untied and fixed it promptly by executing a full
standing pike. I wasn't expecting him to have the flexibility of a gymnast.
In doing so, his flannel lifted u...
After living in a suburb for most of my life, when I moved to a major U.S. city the first thing I noticed was the feces. At first I assumed it was dog poop, but my naivety didn't last long.
One day I saw a homeless man waddling towards me at a fast speed while holding his ass cheeks. He turned into an alley and took a shit. As I passed him, there was a moment where our eyes met. He sheepishly averted his gaze.
The next day I walked to the same place. There are a number of businesses on both sides of the street that probably all have bathrooms. I walked into each of them to investigate.
In a coffee shop, I saw a homeless woman ask the barista if she could use the bathroom. "Sorry, that bathroom is for customers only." I waited five minutes and then inquired from the barista if I could use the bathroom (even though I hadn't ordered anything). "Sure! The bathroom code is 0528."
The other businesses I entered also had policies for 'customers only'. Nearly all of them allowed me to use the bathroom despite not purchasing anything.
If I was that homeless guy, I would have shit in that alley, too.
I receive more compliments from homeless people compared to the women I go on dates with
There's this one homeless guy - a big fella who looks intimidating - I sometimes pass on my walk to the gym. The first time I saw him, he put on a big smile and said in a booming voice, "Hey there! I hope you're having a blessed day!" Without making eye contact (because I didn't want him to ask me for money), I mumbled "thanks" and quickly walked away.
I saw him again a few weeks later. With another beaming smile he exclaimed, "You must be going to the gym - you're looking fit, my man!" I blushed and replied, "I appreciate it, have a good day." He then added, "God bless you, sir!" Being non-religious, that made me a little uncomfortable.
With our next encounter, I found myself smiling as I approached him. This time I greeted him first, "Good afternoon!" His face lit up with glee. "Sir, that's very kind of you. I appreciate that. God bless you!" Without hesitation I responded, "God bless you, too!" I'm not sure the last time I've uttered those words; I don't even say 'bless you' after people sneeze.
We say hi to each other regularly now. His name is George.
Is that guy dead?
Coming home one day, I saw a disheveled man lying facedown on the sidewalk.
He's not moving. I crouched to hear if he's breathing. Nothing.
I looked up and saw a lady in a car next to me stopped at a red light. We made eye contact and I gestured towards the guy as if to say what the fuck do we do? Her answer was to grip the steering wheel and aggressively stare in front of her until the light turned green and she sped off.
Not knowing if I needed to call an ambulance, I asked him, "Hey buddy, you okay?" I heard back a muffled, "AYE KENT GEEUP!"
Well, at least he's not dead.
"Uhh, what was that? You doing okay?" This time a more articulate, "I CAN'T GET UP," escaped from him. Despite his clothes being somewhat dirty and not wanting to touch him, I helped him to his feet.
With one look on his face I could tell that he wasn't all there. I asked him if he knew where he was or if he needed help, but he could only reply with gibberish. It could have been drugs; it could have been mental illness. With confirmation that he wasn't dead and was able to walk around, I went home.
Who's giving Brazilian waxes to the homeless?
I was walking behind a homeless man the other day. He was wearing an extra long flannel and sagging his pants low.
Suddenly, he noticed his (one and only) shoe was untied and fixed it promptly by executing a full
standing pike. I wasn't expecting him to have the flexibility of a gymnast.
In doing so, his flannel lifted u...