I was sitting in my car at a stoplight. A young guy, maybe 19 or so, was crossing one way. Hoodie, jeans, bag of fast food in his hand.
A homeless-looking guy - long, tangly hair, shuffling, looking down at the ground and wearing multiple layers of dirty clothes with holes in them, was crossing the other.
I couldn't hear them, but I could read lips.
"Hey," the kid said as the homeless guy passed. The homeless guy literally jumped. I suppose most people never speak to him.
The kid held open his Subway bag right there in the middle of the street.
"Here. Take one if you want."
The homeless guy staggered back a step. He recovered, reached in the bag and took a sandwich.
"Thank you, thank you." The man was sort of bobbing and bowing and almost dancing.
Even as the kid was almost all the way across the crosswalk, the homeless man turned again and yelled "Thank you" one more time.