I went to McDonald’s for my daily cup of coffee when a homeless man approached me. He asked if I had some change, then he mumbled something about what the change was for. I said I didn’t have any change, but I would after I bought the coffee. He said great and stood next to me with his hands folded in front of his chest.
We stood there for a few seconds waiting for my turn at the register. He commented on the weather, then I turned and asked him if he was hungry?
He said, “Yes, very.” So, I told him, let’s get breakfast. He told me what he wanted and I ordered for both of us. He thanked me two or three times and said I don’t need the change now, I only needed it to get food. Thank you.
We sat down and ate. He put some of his food in his backpack and ate the rest and left.
Swung by the same McDonald’s I was at the day before, thinking my homeless friend would be there. Ordered my coffee and waited for about forty-five minutes. No show. I figured if he was around I’d feed him.
Yesterday when we were in line together, he asked me the time. I wasn’t wearing my watch so I ballparked it and said, “Around 9:00.” He said, “Oh, it’s still early.”
I guess being homeless you get up and get moving when the sun comes up without really knowing the exact time.
Anyway, I’ll pop in tomorrow to see if he’s around.