By Beauty Damned

Hibachi

I went over to my boy's work today and had lunch with him at the tiny Japanese restaurant next to his office. I hadn't been to that restaurant since last summer and I forgot how tender and delicious their steak hibachi is. Neither of us finished our food and ended up wrapping up the other half of our lunch and taking it to go.

I took the subway back to my office, only one stop, but I was feeling particularly lazy and it's cold out so that's my excuse. There was a homeless gentleman laying on the ground at the entrance to the uptown platform and as I walked by he propped up on an elbow and said "do you have any food?" I said "yes I do" and handed him my little paper sack with the leftover steak and vegetables and rice from my lunch. He was so happy it made me want to cry. He said "oh thank you! God bless you! And God bless your family!" I said "God bless you too" and went on to catch the train. And you know, all I could think about was how I hope he likes Japanese food and how bad I felt that there wasn't a fork in the bag...I mean I felt really, genuinely guilty that he may have looked and said "what is this and how the hell am I supposed to eat it?" I'm a fucking freak. I'm sure that once he figured out how to get it from the container to his mouth he probably really enjoyed it because I sure enjoyed the other half.

I hope I see him again sometime. He seemed like a sweet man. It's really heartbreaking how many people are stuck out there on the street, hungry and cold. Just doesn't make sense.

Posted by Maria at October 23, 2003 02:23 PM