As my mind and stomach debated the first world problem of whether or not to eat a bagel, I looked out the window and down into the back ally of the building. Amongst the garbage and recycling bins a man in a large hat, dark poncho, and dirty white sneakers was opening up the lids and searching diligently through their contents. After thoroughly exploring the final garbage bin, he began to walk away defeated and empty handed.
I felt my stomach rumble and a little pang of hunger reminded me that I still had not eaten my breakfast. If I felt hungry, with food at my disposal, I could only imagine the way his stomach might feel. Bagels in hand I ran down the back staircase, out the door, and into the alley in hot pursuit. After a few attempts to get his attention, he finally turned around. “We had a few extra today” I said as I handed him the bag. He said thank you. I wished him a good day. And we turned and went our separate ways
My co-workers can live without their bagels today.