Gotta Love the Inquisitive Homeless

It may be shallow, but I try to avoid the homeless at all costs. Part of it is because I don't feel like giving them cash is really going to make a huge difference in their lives, but mostly because of the smell. While killing a little time this morning (I enjoyed the AT&T WiFi at Coffee Bean for a few hours, but realized Borders had better seating and more convenient access to a power outlet), a homeless woman sat next to me. Her shirt was a little more transparent than it needed to be (although the large guy from Australia sitting across from her doesn't seem to mind that there is no bra hiding her nipples) but she didn't smell any more than the average cab driver. She got some books out and decided to take some notes from them, giggling as she got to a particularly humurous portion. And what made her laugh so much? Ancient Egypt and The Complete Idiot's Guide to The Bible. I guess it's true what they say: 1st Corinthians really brings down the house.