Unfortunately, Nick had to go home Christmas Eve. On the way to the airport we had lunch at a sushi place downtown (Asheville) and walked around a bit. Everyone who had nothing better to do on Christmas Eve (including us) was hanging around. There was a buffet luncheon set up in Pritchard Park where the homeless hang out. Then we came across a touching little Christmas scene. We walked past a young (30-ish) couple and the guy was sitting on a bench sobbing. When we passed by again, he was yelling at the woman and calling her a "Christmas Whore." It was like a scene from a Dickens classic.
Unfortunately, Nick had to go home Christmas Eve. On the way to the airport we had lunch at a sushi place downtown (Asheville) and walked around a bit. Everyone who had nothing better to do on Christmas Eve (including us) was hanging around. There was a buffet luncheon set up in Pritchard Park where the homeless hang out. Then we came across a touching little Christmas scene. We walked past a young (30-ish) couple and the guy was sitting on a bench sobbing. When we passed by again, he was yelling at the woman and calling her a "Christmas Whore." It was like a scene from a Dickens classic. 
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