So for lunch yesterday I decided that I was craving a foot long…SUBWAY SANDWICH (get your mind out of the gutter!). Â I drove my happy little self to the Subway on Dixie right by Publix a few blocks down the road from Grand Central Station aka Starbucks 26th Street in gay Wilton Manors (the one that my boo Steven works at).
I was on the phone with one of my ex-boyfriends when I parked my car and saw this amazing specimen of a human. Â He was a homeless man walking on the sidewalk along Dixie. Â He was holding an imaginary flute and was wearing a gold watch. This was one fancy bitch.
As he played his imaginary flute I couldn’t help but stare. Â I know, I know it’s so rude to stare but come on. Â An imaginary flute, guys! Â He was definitely homeless. Â Like, ripped clothes, ungroomed beard…kinnnddaa looked like Osama Bin Laden but it wasn’t because ya know, he’s dead (go US).
I tried to call him over to give him money, but he was just so in tune with his imaginary flute. Â Maybe next time. Â I think i might need to get an up close and personal interview with this guy. Â Assuming he can put his imaginary flute down and make time to chat!
Awww, gay Wilton Manors loves you imaginary flute playing, gold watch wearing, homeless man.