So I was reading the news paper today, and I thought this one column was really interesting, and it was also very funny.
The writer was describing his recent experiences he had while he was waiting for a friend of his down town, at Helsinki’s Central Railway Station. What we Helsinkians already know is that in this area there are a lot of bums. The bums gather here like flies on shit, and sometimes they come up to you and ask you for a cigarette, or for a couple of euros… for “the bus ticket back home”.
The writer of this article made a very interesting point, and I thought that was very observant of him to notice it. He told his friend about how so many bums came up to him during the ten minutes he waited there, and his friend said he has the very same problem. Later, while meeting another friend they discussed this issue, and this third person had no idea what they were on about. No bums ever come up to him to bother or harass him.
Now we come to the interesting part. This writer said he always dresses nice, and so does his friend, the one he waited for at the Railway Station, but this third person always looks angry and “seems to have got his clothes from a less than empathic motorcycle club.”
So apparently the bums choose you for their target based on how you look, and the writer argues that, sadly, the clothes does make the man and he continues: “Maybe I should switch my T-shirt with the Pikku Kakkonen (a children’s television show) logo to an Impaled Nazarene band shirt that says Smoke Crack and Worship Satan?”
Do you have problems with bums harassing you? Tired of them asking you to pay their bus fare back home, or for that last bottle of beer? Don’t dress so nice!
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