A Business Meeting In New York
Jonathan Greer
The two men noticed the smell before they saw him. Like malt liquor and stale sweat. The bum approached, hand outstretched.
-Anything helps.
The first man pulled his wallet from his suit jacket.
-Sorry, no cash. He smiled and thumbed out a gold Visa card. You take plastic?
The other man turned away, having seen this before. The bum didn’t flinch.
-Here’s how you do it, he went on. Turn in a few tin cans and set up an LLC. Call it ‘iStink,Inc’ or something. Then get a merchant account and a wireless card-reader. Five dollar minimum. Now that’s how you panhandle….
-Don’t be a dick, Don, the second man cut in, and handed the bum a few dollars.
The filthy man walked on. Don shouted after him, It’s a cashless society, buddy! Get wise! You could rule this town!
The wind picked up and scattered the hackle and the stench.
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