Picked up this fairly young, cool couple just before Thanksgiving from a hotel downtown and heading over to Genoa (one of the best Eyetalian food joints here) for dinner. As we're tooling along we're discussing where they're from (small town in Minnesoowta [my attempt to mock "Fargo"]) and how much of a "small, big city" Portland is. (We try anyway).
Just across the river from downtown there is a homeless joint where there are about 60 folks standing in line for dinner.
She: Look at that honey! Driver? Why are all those people standing there?"
Me: Hmmmm, giving out pumpkin flavored meth again I imagine. It's that time o' the year.
He: Um, you mean "meth-amphetamine"?
Me: Yup. I look in the mirror, apparently I've scared them. Well, this IS Portland after all. Still scared. Um, I-5 corridor? More worried looks exchanging. Oooookay, I'm kidding! They're standing in line to get dinner. Those are homeless people.
She: Oh my Gawd!! You have THAT many homeless people in Portland?!
Me: That is just a tiny percentage of the homeless that reside here.
The discussion got somewhat political after that so I won't bore you. But I found this one amusing.