Penny for my thoughts

So I'm walking home from work tonight, and I come across this Aboriginal gentleman lying on the sidewalk.

There are a few people standing around him. A young woman is asking him questions of the sort that tell me she's had at least some training in what to do when you come across someone lying on the sidewalk. He replies to her questions by drooling on the sidewalk.

I hang around pointlessly for a few minutes; someone has called an ambulance, so now it's just an awkward waiting game, all of us who have stumbled upon this little tableau wanting to bugger off but none of us wanting to be the first.

Just as the eagerly awaited ambulance appears down the street, a couple of my co-workers walk up. They've just come from a nearby bar, where they like to go after work Fridays for a quick drink. They say I should come sometime. I say thanks, I probably will. It's surreal, exchanging these pleasantries with the guy lying there not four feet away.

The ambulance shows up. I leave. About half a block later, something hits me in back of the head. A penny, thrown by some dipshit from a passing car.

Welcome to Friday night in Alberta. Fucking Christ.