"Hi, I'm %^&*(@ and I'm trying to get a hold of such-and-such company in a city that's 200 miles away. It's cold, and I don't want to walk anymore, so I want to call them for a ride...."
Over and over he tells people this, and finally one guy offers to help him. He looks up the business on his phone, and no such business exists.
"The owner's name is chuck. See if chuck is there..."
"I'm sorry sir, I can't even find the business, let alone a number to call..."
This sets the homeless guy off. He's been called a liar, and all he wants is some dude that lives 200 miles away to pick him up and give him a ride into town...
...but he's never operated a phone. Doesn't know how to dial. "Which button is for the operator?" Now he won't give the nice man his phone back...
I finally got up and left when the manager called the cops. As entertaining as it was, he was harassing every person who came through the door. Bad for business, and all that jazz.
But I do feel sorry for the guy. It was 15 degrees out and pounding snow. And he's 200 miles away from his final destination? Sucks to be him.
If he weren't so smelly and confrontational, I may have given him a ride. I stayed at a hotel in his goal-of-a-town, and slept like a baby.
Oh well.... off to work!