The hobo-homo manicure...

It is clear that there is someone in the world who cares about the homeless and the state of their cuticles. Darcie and I witnessed the first, at least for us, hobo-homo manicure. I apologize if that offends some, but I had to steal the catchy description from Darcie, and as you read on, you will understand why it is the only appropriate way to title this scene.

Darcie and I were going to one of our favorite La Jolla restaurants, and noticed, that there was a makeshift beauty parlor set up just outside of the parking lot. A middle aged man, decked out in a mid-drift tank, very short jean shorts and a coiffed hair-do, was sitting on the ground, giving a homeless man (sitting just above him on a bench) a manicure. He was currently filing one hand, while letting the other hand soak in what looked to be a plastic lid of some sort.

Where is the photo....I know, I know...I am still kicking myself for not taking a snapshot of this wonder. I want to know what this story is. Does the mid-drift man give these mani's for free? Does he have a clientele? How do you make an appointment with this vagabond manicurist? The questions continue, and I am hoping, since I do frequent the local restaurant, that I will soon have more answers, and possibly a photo.

So, mystery manicurist - More power to you!!