Cleveland, OH - I was on my way to a Tuesday game between the hometown Cleveland Guardians and the visiting Kansas City Royals when a man approached from what I assumed was thin air.
Man (holding a half-gallon of chocolate milk): "Sir! You want some chocolate milk?!"
Derwood: "No. Thank you, but no."
Man: "Well, can I get a lighter?"
Derwood: "I don't have a lighter, sorry."
Man: "Look, man, I'm just trying to hustle out here!"
OK.
Let's start with the chocolate milk, because we have to. Before we even spoke I had noticed him appear on the sidewalk and take a sip out of the carton and thought "that guy really likes chocolate milk!" Because it was a GLUG. I heard him drink it.
That was immediately followed by his offer to join him in a tradition as old as time itself: the Ceremonial Sharing Of The Chocolate Milk With, I Don't Know, How About That Guy Over There.
Now if it's a brand-new, unopened carton, I'm still checking the NO box. But right after you, sir on the sidewalk, take your sip? That's silliness.
And speaking of silliness: your "hustle" is trying to get people to drink chocolate milk with you and borrowing a lighter?
So, I found this Emmanuel Clase refrigerator magnet
and that was only the second-strangest thing that happened to me Tuesday.
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