So I decided to stop off at the McDonald’s drive thru on Atlantic Avenue on my way to work this morning, and order a #2 meal with coffee (that’s a Sausage and Egg McMuffin)… around I go to the pick up window, take my bag of greasy nosh and park up in their lot. To my dismay, they’d given me a cup of hot water and a tea bag, so I decide to take it to the counter inside the restaurant and ask them to change it for the coffee I’d asked for. They apologised for the mix up, and advised that they’d also given me the wrong food, and handed me another bag of breakfast fayre with my true order inside… they didn’t ask for the 1st bag back - bonus.

So I walk back to the car, sit down and proceed to tuck into my breakfast sandwich and sip on my (surprisingly great) coffee, when I notice a homeless guy pacing between the stationary cars at the traffic lights on Atlantic and Vanderbilt with a cup begging for spare change…

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[I don't like giving change to the homeless, don't ask me why, I just don't - I'd rather give them a hot cup of tea, or some food]

…so here I am with an extra bag of free food - I honked the horn to get the guy’s attention, and waved him over to my car. I wound down the window and handed him the bag, explaining that McDonald’s had made an error with my order (I don’t know why I said that, it didn’t make any difference to him how I got the food)… I have to tell you, the smile that beamed on his face pounded on my heart - to see a guy that had probably been walking up and down that small stretch of busy rush-hour blacktop all morning, was more than likely starving. He proceeded to thank me while walking away, clutching the bag of breakfast food like Indiana Jones would hold an ancient artifact, and turned back at least half a dozen times to wave and smile at me…

McDonald’s, thank you for hiring the fucking retarded - you made a homeless guy’s day that more tolerable.