The other weekend we were driving through downtown San Diego. We live in a popular area for homeless people--they'll never freeze to death or overheat, and people are wealthy and generally generous. So, it was no surprise to see a dirty and disheveled man standing on the side of the road holding up a sign made out of cardboard.
What was surprising is what the sign said. None of the standard, "Homeless and hungry, please help," or "Homeless Vet," or even "Help--homeless--mother of four." No, this guy was far more honest. His sign said:
I want a harley.
First I laughed. Then I wondered if maybe he got more money for sheer creativity. Then I wondered what I would put on a sign if I were standing by the side of the road.
I want a minivan.
But let's be honest--no one wants a minivan. I want a just plain mini, of the Cooper variety. I need a minivan, unfortunately. So that's out.
I want a house.
But even people in really nice cars rarely have those on hand. And that's one of those things that will happen eventually, regardless of the generousity of strangers.
I want an agent and a three book deal.
Sweet. I'm gonna go make my little cardboard sign RIGHT NOW. I'll let you know how it goes.