I Don’t Attract Hunks, I Attract Hobos.
April 19th, 2008Hobo, Transient, Hitchhicker whatever you may want to call them. It seems like I am a magnet that attracts them.
My Parents own a campground/RV Park on Interstate 40 (old Route 66) in Texas. Lately I have been helping my parents by working at the park when they have to be gone. It never fails, the days I am there I will get these people carrying a backpack walking straight to the front door. Awww man, I think in my mind. I hope he ain’t gonna rob me or worse. The last 3 times I have kept the RV park for my parents this has happened. Each time I offered them a sandwich, and asked where they were headed and wished them luck on their journey.
You know if you think about how many types of people travel down an interstate like I-40 I feel really lucky that my parents haven’t had more problems than they have. There have been a few incidents, like the cops pulling up and surrounding a camper because the men in the camper were suspected for bombing something. That was a long time ago, way before 9-11.
I just kinda thought to myself, “Why can’t it be a really handsome hunk walking down the road, instead of these wild eyed, crazy hair, no teeth hobos?”
But they were all really nice to me because I was really nice to them. They could have been thieves, murderers, druggies, rapist, whatever. I made them a sandwich and wished them luck on their journey.
“KNOCK ON WOOD” hope the future hobos are as kind.







