Day eight - Off-ramp economy

(5/8/06, 10am)

I'm adapting to this life of leisure nicely - haven't really given the office much thought at all.

The guy who stands near the Starbucks saying "scuse me, can you spare me something so I can get something to eeeeeeeeeat" is in the square. Smoking, drinking Pepsi and has three bags of groceries with him. Fraud. I bet there's a fair few who make a living from begging.

I saw an off-ramp woman get handed $2 on Saturday. Say if that happens every time the light changes, I make that, like $60 an hour. Not bad at all.

Every Day Is Saturday: Day nine - bags full of too much produce