Hoffman- Damn!, walking to nowhere with no Coat and no gloves!
Clerk: He continued walking along the snow-covered sidewalk as snowflakes fell into his eyes. In the distance, he spotted a gas station four blocks ahead, which meant he could find shelter there. A few minutes later, he reached the gas station and decided to make some phone calls.
Hoffman- Call who?Clerk:-He needed to call home to check on what was going on with the cops, his wife, and son. When he got to the phone booth, he reached into his pockets, but his wallet was missing.
Hoffman- No wallet?
Clerk: His wallet was in the coat that he tossed onto the sofa, so the only option was to beg.
Hoffman- Begging? It's too embarrassing, people believe the homeless beg for drugs.
Clerk: He approached the nearest driver, who was pumping gas, and explained that he had forgotten his wallet at home,the man said, "Leave me alone and get a job." After that, Eldo walked backward.
Hoffman: Fucking people!
Clerk: He noticed an ugly fat woman inside his car picking her nose, with a huge Bible on her lap,she might be his wife,he understood his unhappiness.
Hoffman: Holy shit !
Clerk: More cars were arriving to pump gas, but he felt a bit shy about asking them, he noticed some drivers leaving the convenience store, each with cups in hand, and thought, "That might be warm coffee, I need one." so, feeling encouraged, he decided to pop inside and ask for a free cup. As he stepped the door, he glanced at the big clock on the wall , which read nine-fifteen. He felt warm inside and decided to stay the whole night. However, he really needed a dry shirt, a coat and a hot cup of coffee. So, he walked to the counter, where a brown-skinned man with thick black hair was standing. Eldo shared his situation and kindly asked for a free coffee, but the attendant explained that they couldn't help beggars.
Hoffman-That's the reality of life; a few hours ago, Eldo was in his kitchen trying to make coffee, and now he's begging for it.
Clerk: The attendant pushed him outside the store and pointed to a sign, " NO BEGGERS.
Hoffman- Mother fucker!
Clerk: -But he didn't care about the attendant, and stood outside the shop,he was hungry, thirsty, and he knew he needed coins to make phone calls - he thought! " just a coin, I will leave this hell "
-So, against all the odds, he went straight to the nearest driver again, and asked for some coins; the guy spit on the floor and looked at him.Hoffman- Holy shit! What's a fucking coin?
Clerk: Everyone kept saying things like, "I don't have it. No way, I'm sorry." He spent about an hour asking for help, nobody worried about him, but he didn't give up, he heard someone say,-" No beggars here," and a blond girl yelled: " No money for weeds and a guy told him " fucking Beggar " Get away from here" he even heard people laughing loudly. finally, an older man gave him a few coins.
Hoffman- I wouldn't call anyone; I would buy coffee and eat something.
Clerk:- Yeah,he was hungry, and needed a coffee, but those coins weren't enough for a snack, so he made a phone call.
Hoffman- Who did he call, You?
Clerk:- No, not me; he knew I was in a bible retreat with my wife far away from Worcester, so he called his home to reach his wife, but no answer. then he called Lazaro and asked him for a colt, Lazaro said he was going to sleep and hung up the phone
Hoffman - Mother fucker, asshole, I remember him, he got married to a beautiful brunette woman; they have two children, Larissa and Tiago.
Clerk: - Then he called Mineirinho, who complained that it was too late, almost midnight
Hoffman- Holy shit! he taught them how to speak English for free, fucking people.
Clerk: He had only one coin left, and it was his last chance to call home. When he called, someone picked up the phone, but it was silent on the other end. Then Eldo spoke, saying "Hello," and he heard a faint whisper before the line went dead as someone hung up.
Hoffman- Damn!
Clerk:- Eldo sat on the floor and bowed his head to hide his face and wept in silence; the feeling away from his son made the tears fall.
Clerk- A man touched his back and handed him a big cup of coffee; he nodded his head in thanks and took a sip, followed by a long silence.
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