Long story behind it, my ex had visitation during the day on Saturday. We'd meet at the mall, they'd do whatever, we'd meet again and take her home. Thank God for her immaturity, for her lack of understanding, after one visit she said that he said he was sleeping outside. We turned the car around and drove in the direction he went and asked him what the hell was going on. Sure enough he had lost his last couch a few days before and was sleeping behind buildings. We took him in for a week, fed him because looking at him close he'd lost a lot of weight, and arranged to get him to relatives in another state. It could have been much worse for him, if he hadn't told her and she hadn't parroted him. As pissed as I still am at him to this day I couldn't not help.
And I talk to myself. At least once a week a guest I already greeted will answer a question I was asking myself. Example, I'll grab a shirt off my cart with no size tab on the hanger, ask "What size are you?" while flipping the tag to see, and hear off to my left "Uh, medium."
