I had a work assignment in another city today, and because I figured I'd be gone for a while, my dogs stayed at my parents' house. I stopped by to get them on the way home, and the 'rents were discussing Occupy Wall Street or Occupy Atlanta as the case may be.
Mom: I just feel bad for the homeless people who were camping out with them. Where will they go?
Me: Wherever the hell they went before this mess started.
Mom: Well, I don't think they should be kicked out of the park for protesting.
Me: They weren't! They were kicked out of the park for breaking the law, harassing people... they even pooped in the streets!
Mom: Well, maybe they have no other place to use the bathroom, especially if they're homeless.
Me: If you can't find a place to use the bathroom in this city, you've got major problems. I was homeless back in the spring when I was working in South Carolina and didn't have a hotel that one day, but I managed to find a place.
Dad: Um, spending most of the day in a Starbucks with your laptop isn't exactly being homeless.
(For what it's worth, it was a Barnes & Noble, and this is probably really one of those "you had to be there" moments, but it cracked me up, because, well, it's true.)
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