Last night, I was on my way home, and decided to stop for a slice at Mystic Pizza at about 10pm. As I was sitting there quietly munching my slice, some random scruffy stinky homeless guy came in, ignored the other five people there, and then beelined straight to me. Triumphantly, he pulled a fresh, clean white t-shirt out of nowhere and handed it to me, exclaiming: “THERE! Now that leaves just one more, for the ski team!” I expected him to ask for money for the shirt but he didn’t– instead, he just bolted, never to be seen again. I left the t-shirt there, by the way. Anyway, those of you who know me, know that I’m a magnet for this stuff. I don’t really understand why, but it does seem to always happen to ME and not other people.