Even If You Succeed You Are Kicked Out

He came to the Sheridan Community Shelter on the fly.
Some of the homeless do this – they move around, scouting for a good place to stop for the season, a year, or the rest of their lives.
This particular guy was looking for a place to start settling his life down.
He came in at about noon, and by 3:30 p.m. had been to town and back with four job offers. The problem in Sheridan is: Lots of jobs, no place to live. Waiting lists for apartments are long, and it can take three to five months to emerge at the top of any of these.
His priorities were to get a job, acquire his own transportation, and maybe find a room to live in for a while until the apartment market simmered down.
He was of the gregarious type – very talkative, animated, would burst into song for no apparent reason, and smart.
Only a week went by before he landed an irresistible deal on a rare Harley-Davidson (and I couldn’t begin to tell you the bike details). He was extremely pleased with what he considered a “steal,” and managed the payments within his budget.
When the shelter director heard about this, all hell broke loose.
He was hauled into her office and accused of putting on airs of superiority around other shelter residents (who didn’t care for his singing, as it turns out). And, he was really in trouble for purchasing the Harley.
“This is not something the shelter can support,” she said.
“Why?” he said. “Look, I got a job the same day I got here, and I need some transportation to work, and I am waiting for housing. I did all this while checking in with Tim.”
Apparently, he was supposed to have bought some kind of clunker that can barely run, and he certainly needed to curtail his naturally chipper outlook.
I knew right then he was doomed.
She didn’t kick him out that day. She waited a few days.
I guess the shelter doesn’t “support” success, and a lucky break on a good bike.