For as long as I’ve lived in Savannah, there is a little man who sits in front of the Chatham County Courthouse and asks black people for change. I say little, but what I really mean is that he has no torso. Really. On the few occasions I’ve seen him walking, he’s mostly a head on legs. He seems harmless enough and I’ve always figured there’s gotta be a reason the Court allows him to sit out there and no one else. I suppose I could ask, but I sort of prefer not knowing.

Heading into the Courthouse today, little torsoless man is sitting in the shade, as usual. As I’m walking up, a very large black woman is heading out. I say large, but I really mean that she barely fit out of the handicapped equipped, super doublewide doors. The icing on her ample cake was the matching all black spandex outfit.

Little man sees Big woman (who didn’t?) and pipes up with his garbled, ‘Got change?’ Big woman swings her mass around to face him. She looks honestly concerned for the man. She fumbles through her black vinyl handbag, pulls out her checkbook, and asks in all true earnestness, “Will you take a check?”