Bum. Meet Floor

On my way home from work, on the bus, some rather dirty guy who was high on something fell out of his seat and flopped to the ground like a wad of wet paper towels. He'd been bothering pretty much everyone in the front section of the bus the whole trip so there was universally no sympathy for him as he picked himself up from the floor, of the now empty bus. I poked him in the shoulder and pointed to his hat wedged from the tumble under a nearby seat. He was too wacked out to get what I was saying. I picked it up and tossed it on his lap, he just looked at me.