A homeless man approached me as I was leaving a sandwich shop…
… and he asked me if I had $5 to spare. I felt bad for him, and
was just about to give him the money.
But then I realized I was holding a $5 foot long I had just bought,
so I held up both the cash and the sandwich and told him he
could have whichever one he preferred.
He stared at the sandwich. Then his eyes shot over to the $5 bill.
He looked at the sandwich again, then back at the cash. After a moment
his eyes were darting back and forth between the two, and he threw
up his hands in despair, let out a scream of anguish and then turned
and ran away from me.
At first I was totally confused, but then it dawned on me:
Beggars can’t be choosers.
