The bum just gave a blank stare and blurted out laughter for no apparent reason.Caribou: "Mind if I join your protest?" he asked as he began sitting down next to the bum.The Bum just continued rolling his head around making smacking noises with his dirty chappedlips. Caribou tried politely to make him stop, but to no avail.Morning fast approached and the two sat on the divider awaiting any potential douchebags toprotest. Traffic began building up steadily producing charitable drivers who threw change atthem, although one man in a blue Saab threw coffee in Caribou's face.Caribou: "Ugh, did you see that Sam? Caribou was wiping his face with a soiled newspaper,That was a douchebag all right; I could see it in his eyes!"Caribou wasn't sure what the bum's real name was, but Sam seemed to fit so he stuck with it.Hours went by, as did pedestrians on the sidewalks of either side. They averting their attentionfrom the mound of trash infested with two derelict men with no jobs and no life. These peoplewere definitely douchebags in Caribou's eyes, for who were they to judge Sam and himself?Caribou was playing around with an empty glass bottle and was getting way too bored to sit anylonger.Caribou: Break time Sam, do you want anything to eat?Sam just sat there like a quadriplegic, with his head lolling around.Caribou: How bout I bring you back an olive loaf samich, ok? Just keep an eye on our sign. I'llbe rightback.Caribou ran across the street towards the Korean deli called Food Mart. Lou could neverunderstand why foreigners couldnt come up with more original names for their shops.Unbeknownst to Lou, the sun blazing in the clear blue sky was shining through the glass bottleLou left behind. The light began burning the newspaper covering good ole Sam. The pile wassoon ablaze and poor ole Sam was too much of a bum to escape.Caribou, in the meantime, was in the deli trying to explain what an olive loaf was; even thoughthe owner told him he didn't carry it. Behind, where Caribou was standing and arguing, was thestorefront window that looked out to the street. In plain view was the sight of a large fire thathad now consumed most of Sam and his pile of trash. There were cars slamming their breaksand people running over to the scene trying to save the bum, but with the immense heat andthe wild flames, a rescue was too risky. Instead, they tried futilely to put out the flames withwater bottles and other liquids from various onlookers who stopped. Sirens blazed from a fireengine nearing and a few police cruisers pulled up to assess the situation.