The Sign

“Hungry, broke, and ugly,” the sign said.

It was a standard sign, black marker on brown cardboard. The slender, long-haired man holding it was a standard bearer in jeans, shoes and a beard.

“What would I put on my sign?” the man wondered as he passed the beggar. “Creative, lazy, and hungry,” he guessed. He probably wouldn’t get many handouts.

He’d always been poor at promoting himself.