My mom and I were going to the bank. We were talking about a hobo she had seen that morning. We pulled up the the bank, parked, nd my mom was about to go inside. This is when I turn around and see the hobo we were just talking about. Suprised from the irony, I honked the horn at my mother and pointed at the hobo to show her why I honked. I turned around and he was staring at me. So, I felt like a bitch. Plus he was coming towards the bank with his shopping cart. So, we started to drive out of the bank so I could practice driving (just got my permit) and I told my mom we should buy him some shit. So we pull up next to him and ask him if he would like some dinner, to which he replied "I got leftovers". We asked him if he would like anything else (and by we I mean my mom), and he replied "What about some hygenes?". I quietly sat in the passenger seat thinking "what the fuck is hygenes"? This is when he explained himself. "You know, some deodorant, toothpaste... -and some socks." So we drove to the dollar tree and bought him some hygenes.. We came back and gave him the items (plus some extra shit). He took a break from picking up twigs off the ground and came to the window. He seemed pleased, and thanked us. This is when he asked my moms name. She replied, "Christy." He put his hand out to shake hers, and she accepted the gesture. When I thought he was going to shake her hand, he stuck his head in the car and kissed it. I was laughing pretty hard inside, until he asked my name. You can guess what happened next (don't worry we had wetwipes). He then asked if we had an extra blanket. My mom drove home (I stayed, didn't want another kiss). She called me after and told me he kissed her again, which I found quite hilarious.

Anyways, that's the story. Any of you have and hobo stories to share?

Howboes rock.

Your mom should be honored :o

Do you think having him kiss your own hand would be creepy? Personally, I did. Plus, he really needed that toothpaste. - and his lips were kinda crusty.

Aw, that's sweet. I'd be a little odded out, but that was nice of you guys.

woah....... i was laughing so hard when i read this!!! if that was me, i would be totally freaked out!

WowXD That's greatXD And very nice of you n.n

I haven't met any hobos...

hey, hobos can be pretty nice if they're not on drugs :P I've met some of them through work and they have a tough life. Good for him that he met you :) I'm sure he needed it (idk how much the state cares for the homeless wherever you are but I know it varies...)

Drunk hobos (or those that look it anyway) always start talking to me. I think I look approachable (haha)

ehh he might have been kinda high.

That was nice of you guys. ^_^

But on the other hand, having him kiss your mother's and your hand is kind of creepy, whether he was just being nice or not.

I know I would probably freak out if some old hobo kissed my hand. D:

A homeless guy once asked me if I had seen his "pussy".. to which, after he got the shocked expression from me, which I'm sure he was fishing for, he added "cat". He was apparently "walking his cat" and "she disappeared around the corner". I was just.. speechless. My friend was oblivious, and her boyfriend, thankfully, did most of the talking. But, he just asked for money for beer and cigarettes..

Unfortunately, that's usually all the homeless people there want. And.. if I'm not going to by myself beer and cigarettes, I don't feel like giving someone else money for them. And usually, being a college student, I'm flat broke.

THAT IS KICKASS

I LOVE DOING THAT

I've bought dinners for the homeless so many times before :D:D:D:D

there was only one problem, one time I was passing by one drinking a coke, and he asked for a sip of it :S:S:S:S

like I would have taken the coke back after he drank out of it HAHAHAHA

There's not a whole lot of them around here, but there are a couple of places where they can usually be seen. Everyone I know pulls shit on them when they're out. My friend once found a cat and gave it to a hobo, lol. But usually people just... pelt them with things, apparently. I don't care about 'em, much, but they tend to talk to me. I don't care if they want money, if I have some I'll share, but I don't like being followed around by them.

Still an idiot.

That's creepy. I would soooo freak out, with my personal space policies and stuff. Hobos scare me, I'm sorry. I know it's mean, but I've passed a few when going in the store before. They always get to close, and hold their hands out. Makes me think of Night of the Living Dead. O_O;

that reminds me of that family guy episode when peter is like burping one.

Oh.. I think we found a hobo once while I was living at my old house and .. ... actually I have no idea who this man was, but he had snowy white hair and my mom seemed like.. persistent on helping him for some reason, so he slept in my sister's and my shared room for 2-3 days, and he even offered to do our laundry and some other little tasks in return for some food and shelter temporarily. :|

.. now that I think about it, it's sort of creepy that we did that for him. .. oh well. :'D

That's creepy, if that happened to me I'd be sorta freaked out. o__O

[edit]well, now that I think about it, it was sorta gentlemanly, but still, hobo germs, lol. ;)

Yes, of course!

I took a picture with one a few days ago after a brief conversation:

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Aw, quite the gentleman. c:

Even if it had been a bit strange, at least your mom was understanding enough not to freak out, as most would have. :)

Dude I'm suprised I didn't freak out. It might sound suprising, but it was the first time a hobo had kissed my hand.