Last night I was having dinner with VJ Damien and Sr. Writer Joel at Popeye's on 49th St. As we're eating, I notice a man (African-American, probably late-20s, almost certainly not homeless) at another table, with no food in front of him, asleep ... and I mean deep sleep, with drool dripping from his lip to his t-shirt. A Popeye's janitor approaches the table and starts banging on it, yelling "No sleep!" but the guy doesn't stir. After about 20 seconds, the guy finally wakes up. "Get out! No sleep!" the janitor continues. The sleepy man looks outside, sees that it's pouring, and doesn't get up. Another, slightly older customer sitting a few seats away starts yelling at the janitor, "If the man wants to sleep, let him sleep!" The janitor eventually walks away, at which point the older man joins the sleepy guy at his table. "He can't tell you not to sleep if you want to sleep," he reassures sleepy guy.
At which point Damien chimes in, "I'm sure the janitor's just jealous... he probably wants to sleep. too." The older man says, "Nah, he's just jealous because he ain't got a good education and a good job. That's why he's jealous." At which point I laughed so hard I almost shot mashed potatoes out of my nose.

P.S. As we're leaving, Damien is asked to pose in a photo with two teenage girls. While waiting for their mom to shoot the photo, one of them asks Damien, "So you're just here eating Popeye's?" He replies, "Yup. It looks like we've got something in common... we both like great deals on chicken!"