Encounters with the homeless

At the expense of seeming like a lame story teller im just gonna get right to it . . .

Encounter 1:
I take the bus to & from work b/c its super cheap, gas is high, and its only like an 8 minute ride. I was waiting at the bus stop to go home in BROAD daylight at like 4pm. There r hella ppl around. So im just texting, minding my business, and this homeless man comes and stands like 3 feet away from me-hella hawkin. i look up like what theee fuck yo?!? but he is still hella starin . . . this old lady next to me whispers, "that homeless man is staring at u" and im all (in my head) no shit sherlock. so i politely reach my hand into my tote and get out my shank. (side note: my big sis bought me a mini pocketknife cuz its a crazy world we live in . . . plus imma thug & and she doesnt want me to catch a gun case.) ne ways so i take out my shank but i jus keep it concealed in my hand. Then the homeless man is all "naw naw couldnt b her . . ." he backs up a lil and is like "yea, naw couldnt b" and he turns and walks into the street and almost gets hit by a truck. everyone at the stop is like "oh shit!" and he jus keeps goin across the street. weird no?

Encounter 2(hella crazier):
So me & my sis went to Jose Bernsteins for some grub. i ordered chicken nachos but they made it with chili so they made me a new order but let me keep both. my sis suggested i give the chili ones to the homeless man we saw by the parking garage and im all yea good idea. so we were walking back and we saw a different homeless man. I TRIED to give him the nachos but he refused them:

me-"hi would u like these chicken nachos?"
homeless man-"ummm"
me-"they rnt left overs- they r brand new"
homeless man- "umm no thanks.maybe he wants them" then he points to another homeless man.

plz keep in mind that this man is the prototype homeless man. he was quite large, HELLA dirty, posted on a bench, hella layers of clothes, fully equipped with shopping cart and lots of bags . . . the kind that you arent sure are completely concious . . . and this foo had the nerve to turn down my FRESH nachos. & it doesnt end there . . . i walked over to the other homeless man:

me-"would u like these nachos"
homeless man-"ummm" (he looks at my other bag) "whats in that bag?"
me- "my nachos"
homeless man- "you dont have ne thing else?"
me -"no"
homeless man-"oh, can u get something else?"
me-"uh no."

then i walked away in disbelief.

These muthafuccas had me so shocked. only in westwood . . .