“Excuse me, sir! Excuse me, sir!” A very strange looking black fellow hollered my way as I walked out of Kroger a moment ago. I was bored and went to survey this week’s Blu-Ray disc offerings – planning to get mom to get me a few more movies on grocery day. The fellow sped up and began to walk beside me. “Will you buy me some sandwich bread and some bologna?”
“You don’t want money?” I asked, surprised.
“I am just hungry,” he replied. “I haven’t eaten in a month.”
I didn’t believe he hadn’t eaten in a month, but he did look destitute. His eyes were bloodshot red revealing he had spent a night either drinking or using drugs. Just take my word for it.
“Man,” I said. “You picked the most penniless white guy in town to ask for help.”
He looked at me strangely. From the car I drove and the clothes I was wearing, I looked like I would have some money. Appearances can certainly be deceiving.
“You’re shitting me!” he said.
“I would love to buy you and I both some food,” I replied. “I want to buy some movies myself.”
“Damn,” the guy said looking confused. “Everybody is cheap in this town. Not one person has helped me this morning.”
I felt terrible for the guy, but there was little I could do. I told him that persistence pays off and soon he would get something to eat. I am almost tempted to make some ham sandwiches, wrap them in aluminum foil, and carry them back to the guy.