When I was a teenager, our family would go into Salt Lake City, and I would see these homeless people -- "hobos" we called them then -- sitting around on the street, and I would think, "You lazy bums, get a job. Pull yourself up by the bootstraps."
Cuando era adolescente,  nuestra familia iba a Salt Lake City, y yo veía a estas personas sin hogar, "vagabundos" los llamamos entonces, sentados en la calle, y pensaba, "Vagabundos vagos, consigan un trabajo.