I'm driving my van last night to the grocery store, and I see a man walking his bicycle. It's laden with plastic bags, hung from every extending aspect of the bike. I noticed that his tire was flat, so I pull over and walk toward him. He's maybe in his mid 20's, tall and lanky, baseball cap barely sitting still on his fro, and a strong smell permeates the air around him.
"You need a ride somewhere?"
"Yes. I would like that."
"Where am I taking you?"
"Wal-mart, please. I need a new inner tube."
So I load the bike onto the rack on the back of the van, and we both get into the vehicle.
He asks me, "What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a programmer."
"You work for Microsoft?"
"No. If I did, I'd have a lot more money."
"You know, if I had money, I would invest in gold and silver. The dollar is collapsing."
"A lot of people agree with you."
"I like silver better."
"You can eat silver. It's healthy for you."
"I'm a nutrition consultant. I want to go to California to be a homeopath. Or Canada."
"I've been to Canada. I like it there."
"Is it cold?"
"It's not much different than Minnesota."
"I think I'll go to California. I don't like wearing a lot of clothes."