That man: Short Story Hello everyone. I wrote another story in English. It was funny to made it. I hope that you enjoy it. That Man There was a shabby man seated on the ground. He just showed up one day, with his many days beard and a pair of dirty dark glasses on. He always put a little pot of clay in the middle of the sidewalk and once he seated, begun to insult people who passed by there. You could hear the sound of his bad words mixing with the clatter of the city. When the man heard the ting made by something hitting the pot, he just said: "Thak you Asshole". One day, heading home, I stop by and asked him: "What are you doing?" "What you think jerk?" Said he. "I don't now. That's why I'ms asking" He smilled. There were no teeth in his mouth. "I'm working, you know, like everybody does." The man was always looking somewhere else. "Are youn blind?" "What you think?" "I think you're blind and dirty and sad." "Yes I'm dirty and blind." he said. " I was always crying like a little girl when I was younger, you know?, and one day there wasn't sight in my eyes" We remained silent for a while It was very cold. The sky was not but a drab sheet with little blue spots scattered in it. "And what about being sad?" I asked him again. He was silent, freeze. I bent down and put a five Dollar bill in the clay, over the pile of small stones and buttons. Thanks for your correction.