I was walking downtown San Francisco with my bud Jon trying to get some post bar food before heading back. We walked past this homeless guy who addressed everyone around us on a street corner in a very pronounced loud voice.
"Excuse me. Could I bother you for a $1.50? I'd like to get a corn dog with some ketchup and mustard."
This cracked me up so bad. He was so formal about his intentions with his corn dog and condiments.
I loved it!
Needless to say, we kept quoting him while we ate.