The Hungry Man

I worked out this morning.  It was a beautiful cool morning and I did my time at my gym.  As a reward, I headed to Starbucks for a grande coffee and a multigrain bagel (no butter of course).  When I got on line I noticed that the man in front of me was a contradiction in style.  He looked kind of preppy with a fleece vest, khaki pants, baseball cap and running shoes.  But when I looked closer, his vest was covered with what looked like cat hair and he had virtually no teeth.  He was carrying a bag from a local chain drug store and so I assumed he had some money.  When we got closer to the counter, he reached down and began to take several juices, yogurt parfaits and sandwiches and stuffed them in his bag with a fervor that only a desperate hungry man can have.  He did not look around and the Starbucks folks were all behind the counter so they could not see what he was up to.  The man was tall but I did not fear for my safety.  All I saw was this hungry man.  I briefly thought about telling the Starbucks people that the man was stealing what would have run up over $50 but in the end I was heartbroken.  I thought in the scheme of things, the $50 was meaningless to Starbucks and the food would keep the hungry man and whomever he might be feeding as well alive.