One Hundred Eighteenth Entry

I became a professional panhandler this weekend...but more on that later.

BB4 is going down the tubes. I can't believe Nathan used the veto. I can't believe it.

Ali is playing him like a guitar.

Spoiler alert!!

The only reasons I have been watching the show and keeping track of the goings-on in the house on the internet are gone: Amanda, Melissa, and now David. I think the boards are right and now that David is gone, the ratings will go down the tubes. There are no more hot chicks in the house, and no more funny stuff.

Spoiler over!!

If I was CBS, I would pull a BB3 and reintroduce one of the contestants into the house. I doubt that will happen, but you never know!!

My new favorite to win is one of these three: Erika, Jun or Robert.

So yeah, I was a panhandler this weekend. It was very embarrassing. I did not want to do it and was happy when dude came up and threw three bucks into my hat.

Story:

I lost the Cardio Bet. As a result, I had to play guitar in Union Square in San Francisco for three hours or until I got three dollars. The remaining participants in the bet let me skew things on Sunday way to much. They should have made everything on their terms. But that is neither here nor there. Amy and I got to Union Square in SF at 9am. Jen and Lisa were slated to arrive at 9:30am. I told them I would go a little earlier to get a head start. They were fine with it. At about 9:21am, this guy comes up to me.

Conversation:

Dude: Do you know any old time country songs?

Me: No, I'm afraid not.

Dude: Well, what do you know?

Me: I just know some Portuguese folk songs.

Dude: Well, lets hear something.

Amy: Why don't you play that one that you sing to?

Me: (whispering) Shut up.

Dude: Yeah, how about that one?

Me: Ok.

I played and sang for about a minute. Then the song was over. He looked pretty impressed.

Dude: That deserves some money.

Dude busts out a small balled up dollar bill into my hat.

Me: Thanks dude.

Dude: Thank you.

Dude starts to walk away.

Me: Well, don't you want to hear my story?

Dude: That's not necessary, but OK.

Me: Well, I lost a bet and as a result, I have to play guitar here for three dollars. I am not really poor, I have a job. I just lost a bet. Get it?

Dude: That's funny.

Me: Where are you from?

Dude: The Fresno area.

Me: Really? I work in Visalia for Tulare County!

Dude: Cool.

Me: Thanks again.

Dude: No problem.

I don't think he believed me when I said I wasn't poor. Nor do I think he believed me when I said that I worked for Tulare County. So according to someone in the Fresno area, I am jobless and probably homeless.

Amy bent down and checked the money and she said that there were three dollars there instead of just one! Finished!!!

Not five minutes later, but guy comes back and asks for directions to IKEA. Very random!! I gave directions as best as I could.

I proceeded to call Jen and Lisa. Jen showed up at about 9:40am and chewed me out for playing guitar so well. I think she was just tired. Oh well. I made my three bucks.

About ten minutes later, Lisa gets there and I am still playing, Amy sitting beside me and Jen sulking off to the side. It was pretty funny.

I had some fans too. They were from Lake Tahoe. They asked me what I knew how to play. I put out my hat again and was hoping to make a little more money. The guy came over and asked me for money!! Sorry buddy, it works the other way around.

Lisa then had the bright idea of reenacting the whole thing. Amy played the part of Dude and I played myself. Amy threw the money in the hat and I was playing. All the while the guy from Lake Tahoe was watching. He was probably pissed, but oh well.

By the time we felt like leaving, Jen was in a better mood but saved her words for Amy and Lisa. Again, in her defense though, she was very tired. Amy and I walked over to BART and went home.

Amy and I talked on the BART home and we determined that the guy sounded like he was originally from Missouri. Very interesting.

Anyway, I am a professional panhandler.