I left work late today, around 7:45, and was in a rush to get home because I wanted to go for a run before The Office season finale at 9:00. In one hand I carried a briefcase full of papers and scripts and in the other, a plastic bag containing half a loaf of bread, a container of sliced turkey and a container of cheese; I hadn’t had time to make a sandwich that morning and had been spending too much on lunches recently so I decided to bring all the materials with me to make a sandwich at work.
As I exited the building into the surprisingly hot air I noticed an old Korean woman standing in the middle of the broad sidewalk. She was short, with greasy hair and ragged clothes but she stood firm with a straight back and a smile on her face. I could tell right away that she was homeless and, being in a fairly uncharitable mood, I quickened my pace and hoped she wouldn’t place the guilt on me of having to deny her inevitable plea for money. I approached and then passed her without eye contact and breathed a small sigh of relief as my peripheral vision had caught no sign of her turning towards me.
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