Turns out when a homeless man approaches you on the street and asks what you want, the answer “surprise me” will end up with him gifting you a jumbo Sharpie marker.

I turned the giant marker over and over in my hands as I continued down the street. Why did he even need this? Well, obviously he didn’t if he decided to give it away. Why did I need it? I didn’t.

I was about to chuck it in the trash when I looked up and saw a vandalized street sign. I gasped.

“Your a piece of garbage” it said. Wow. Creative.

I turned the Sharpie over in my hands once more. Huh.

With a smirk I uncapped the marker and added the most vital piece to the gorgeous art on the sign.

“Haha, nice.” I capped the marker and pocketed it. Maybe I’d keep it around a bit longer.

“You’re a piece of garbage” the sign spelled out. As it should.