I remember working at Pinky's Pagers in Austin a long time ago. Right before cell phones went digital.
They cornered the market on pager sales.
I started at the Home Base, the location on Riverside. Then I managed a satellite and happily so.
Because working at the Hub was also doing Hobo Detail.
One of us was picked each day to threaten, cajole, anything you could do to kick out the tent-makers who wouldn't leave our corner.
Boy, would they get us back.
We had a small alley between the store and the singlewide mobile unit that kept the pager/phone repair guys.
The hobos would poop on the path from our door to their door. There was no way to avoid it.
Yeah. We called the cops. Constantly.
I'm sorry, you got me in my memories...
More to the point.
There was this dude. He looked like a mish mash of Wayne Knight and a mouse and he drove a Miata.
He would come, like 9 sharp and pick up 2 hobos, almost daily.
He's driving, and he picked up 2 dudes in his Mazda Miata.
Think about that. We would watch them squirm to fit.
This is downtown Austin back when Austin wasn't completely cuckoo for cocoa puffs!
It was on the brink, but not there.
I wonder if calf-tats ever met that guy. He probably would solve his cable price issues with a couple Miata pickups.