I sat across from this man on BART on my way home this evening.

He had on tight pants with a few well-placed paint splats, a Native American-inspired knit sweater and a pair of Nikes, mini keg in tow, all of which would suggest hipster. But he was also a bit smelly, nearly toothless and singing to himself, which leads me to conclude homeless. My favorite part of this whole situation, though, is the sign he’s sitting under, imploring me to befriend him. I must admit I was tempted to introduce myself to this gentleman. I mean, come on, who wouldn’t want this guy on their team?