At about the halfway point in our 7-mile Joggermeister Pub “Jog,” we encountered some cracked-out woman at Kelly’s in Westport, a thriving, yet sometimes rough bar district in Kansas City.
One of the girls said they even saw her snorting something in the bathroom. One of the guys in our group waved her over to our table for everyone’s mutual amusement. He asked for her phone number. She said “I don’t have a phone. I live on the streets.” While we had fun as a result of her company, she had fun, too.
Is it okay to make fun of some cracked-out homeless lady if she doesn’t realize she’s a joke, and she even has fun at the same time?