Friday Night

Well Friday night came and went. Very nice night weather wise probably low 70's and a cool breeze, almost perfect for being on the horse. As the night started out and we were heading uptown I was not in the best of moods, had lots on my mind but a run in with one of the regular homeless guys would change that. My partner and I were sitting on the horse on the side of the road when this homeless guy affectionately called 8.2 by the local kids comes over to us. ( This guy is a royal pain because he hangs out with all the teenagers and buys them smokes and beer but we haven't caught him in the act yet) 8.2 comes over drunk as usual and begins to ask us "is that horse a girl, I saw you guys in the paper." As he attempts to pet my horse I sternly told him don't touch my horse. He attempted to continue his story when I then turned and said "How many times are you going to tell us the same fucking story? Keep walking." He did and my partner turned to me and said I can't believe you just said that to him. That type of response is uncommon for me but hey I'm human and was having a bad day. That little incident broke the tension I had and the rest of the night went well. Another guy in his 30's walks over to us and says "I was just walking by the fountain and the wind was blowing and I got a little wet, is the city going to do something about it?" Can you believe that complaint? My partner told him to walk on the other side of the street if it bothers him that much. With everything going on in the world this is what is bothering this idiot. That's the thing in this job, you hear the strangest things and run into the weirdest people. After that it was the usual job of babysitting the hundreds of teens in the park and in front of the theatre as usual. Big crowds courtesy of Harry Potter. Well Saturday night looks like it will be a nice one also.