Spare Change Guy, the croaky-voiced sex offender who normally whirls around at Tremont and Winter in Downtown Crossing.
Yet, there he was last night, a couple cars behind us, as we waited for our food last night at the Washington Street Burger King. No, he wasn't in a car: He just walked up to the signboard and ordered a coffee. And then waited patiently in line.
Well, until the people inside the Burger King started having problems figuring out how to prepare food or something and the line just stopped moving. Then he came right up to our car (of course) and started to chat. Turns out his off-duty voice isn't quite as croaky as the one he uses to solicit funds. When I told him (rather stupidly), "Hey, you're Spare Change Guy," he turned on the croak and did a "Spare change?"
The guy behind us got out of his car to go up to the window to demand to know what the hell was going on. SCG started insulting him, told him to get back in his car. When we finally got to the counter, he tried scamming the manager out of the coffee. "I already paid!" he told him. Manager, who first told him he shouldn't order in the drive-thru unless he's in a car, got him his coffee, then just gave it to him, so he got to hold onto his two dollars (and his EBT card, which he showed me a couple times).
As for what we were doing at the Burger King at 10:55 p.m. on a Sunday, well, I'd taken the kidlet to the American Economic Association meeting at the Back Bay Sheraton for a session on "economics humor." Yes, that's a thing (one of the talks was by a bunch of economists all named Goodman, titled "A Few Goodmen"); more specifically, one of the speakers was Zach Weinersmith, who does one of her favorite Web comics. It ran from 8 until well past 10 p.m., she was hungry and there just aren't many places in JP or Roslindale to get something to eat late on a Sunday, unless you're feeling like Chinese, which she wasn't.