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Ability

I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day, when I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in a corner of the subway station, muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.

A fat woman passed by the homeless man, and I distinctly heard him say, Pig.
Wow, I thought to myself. This homeless man is insulting people, and he still expects them to give him money?

Then a tall businessman went by and the homeless guy muttered, Human.

Human? I cant argue with that. Obviously, he was human.

The next day, I arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings.

A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, Cow.

Cow? I thought. The man was much too skinny to be a cow. He looked more like a turkey or a chicken to me.

A minute or so later, a fat man went by and the homeless man said, Potato.

Potato? I was under the impression that he called all fat people Pig.

That day, at work, I couldnt stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. I kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he was muttering.

"Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability", I thought. "Maybe he knows what these people were in a previous life." In Japan, many people believe in reincarnation.

I observed the homeless man many times and began to think my theory was right. I often heard him calling people things like Rabbit or Onion or Sheep or Tomato.

One day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask him what was going on. As I walked up to him, he looked at me and said Bread.

I tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability.

The homeless man smiled and said, Yes, indeed. I do have a psychic ability. It is an ability I obtained years ago. But it is not what you might expect. I cant tell the future or read minds or anything like that.

Then what is your ability? I asked eagerly.

The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate, he said.

I laughed because I realized he was right. He said Bread. The last thing I had eaten for breakfast that day was toast. I walked away shaking my head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that one must be the most useless.