2 dollars by the bed with a pair of rubber shoes, 5 dollars at the bottom. This is what I was told by an older homeless woman earlier today after I handed her 2 dollars. She’s done her time and still doing it, there was a message in there somewhere and she stated it in 140 characters or less, to me. As I walked away I wondered how many times in one day that woman recites it. The message made no sense to me but nor do half the tweets I read on a daily basis. Twitter? What’s your purpose exactly? The people want to know. I chuckle when I hear mass Twitter haters use the ‘ who cares that someone ate a burger on a Tuesday and tweets it ‘ as the example to why they have no use for it. Well, I’d have to agree. But if you’re a business owner for instance and you’re selling burgers at half price as a special promotion to drive traffic into your artery clogging treehouse, Twitter is definitely one artery your heart would use to pump that message through. Capillaries and veins know their job and we as digital dwellers unknowingly know ours. But we pass those messages along and the circuit loop begins and continues on.
I ended up seeing that woman half hour later in a shop buying bread. Witnessing that put a lump in my throat. I’d like to think that my 2 bucks inspired that purchase.