He sits on a bench everyday minding his own business. I pass by him almost everyday but don't bother greeting him.

Some people sit beside him when they're tired or waiting for someone. He's happiest then cause he has company.

Kids like him. Some people have their picture taken with him. He smiles without hesitation (even if you sit on him).

Sometimes he's outdoors. He stays put regardless of rain or sunshine.

Sometimes he sits beside a trash can.

So why does he endure all the abuse ? Well if you'd earn billions a year, you would too.