twitter fail blog

When we were kids, there was a beggar who would go door-to-door (they were much more enterprising in those days) asking for money. He didn’t speak a lot of English, so his banter was limited. What he said every time, every day that he came by, was: “Hot today, hot today, you got fifty cents?” He called him Hottoday, of course. Mom called him “Juan,” but we don’t think she knew his real name, either. Mom would give him money, and sometimes food to “get rid of him; he’ll probably just drink the money, so at least he has a good meal in his belly,” which means he stopped by a lot. Mom was a little confused about how that worked. That’s probably why we had so many cats.

After all these years, we got a little blast from the past when we discovered Hottoday on twitter. He’s obviously taken an ESL class since we saw him last, but the banter is the same.


Here you go, old buddy – it’s Mom’s number. She’s making pot roast.

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