When I was taking the train from downtown Chicago back into the Northern Suburbs, there was this one guy who always hung out a block from the train station, always at the same corner. He looked and sounded a LOT like Bernie Mac, strangely enough...Anyway, he was fairly well-dressed; always had a nice furry hat on, leather gloves, slacks, some sort of decent jacket, looked clean and whatnot. But at least once every @#$!ing week that I walked by him, he would run over to me as if in a frenzy and ask for the difference between the money he had (random amounts) and how much it would cost for him to "get back to Waukegan...just left my wallet at home and I gotta get on the train as soon as I can to get home to my family..."
Finally I said, "Still? Man, you've been trying to get home for at least the past 2 fvcking months."
He acted confused and started blabbering something about how I "must be thinking of someone else, I work in the city and just forgot my wallet today, and man, I never do that, I was just in a hurry..."
He avoided me after that. *shrug*