Creative Procrastination

Kindness

At the corner of the street, as I was waiting to cross - an old man stood holding a paper plate with the words "Please Help" scrawled on it. He was shivering, snot hanging from his nose.

I noticed the woman in front of him, asking if he was hungry. He said yes.
"I can get you something from there. Let's go, you pick."
"No. Not from there."
"What kind of food would you like?"
"McDonald's."
"Ok, let's go."
"I want to stay here."
"Ok. I'll get it for you. I'll be back." I saw her go off towards a nearby Mickey D's.

I would've offered him my corn dogs. But he didn't want anything from "there" - as he said - where I just came from. Mickey D's is no better than Nathan's. I bet you it's fattier, Mr. Picky.