58 degrees and homeless

about half an hour ago, i headed down the alvarado exit off the 101. my usual homeless guy wasn't there. turf war? shift change? anyway, a woman was standing in his place. i was reading her bio condensed onto cardboard, wondering if they all buy sharpies to make their signs or if they all share the same sharpie. regardless, she looked like she was in her twenties so i was a bit taken aback. i gave her my change and then crickets. my default proclivity seems to straddle the liminality of idiot savant or autistic. we stood in silence. she finally broke it with, "most people usually ask a question, but since you don't have any, i don't know what to say." i love people, but sometimes i'm awkward...