Fruit of the Gods
I can't link to this -- it's from the non-digital world.
But I wanted to share.
Every year, a woman I know
has a holiday ritual. From Thanksgiving until Christmas, if any homeless person asks her for something and looks her in the eye, she offers to buy them food. No cash, just food. This can lead to some unexpectedly awkward moral dilemmas, such as the one-legged man at a highway offramp, blocks away from any food source. But it seems that she perseveres, which is in both her own nature and the nature of these rituals.
So, in these circumstances, she offers to buy them food, which leads rapidly to the question: "What do you want to eat?" Speaking for myself, I have made such an offer only three times, which led to two refusals and guy who opted, uninspiringly, for donuts. But Ana-Marie's sample size (~25) speaks a bit better for the meaningfulness of her results, which I post here for you today.
1) Nobody has yet turned down this offer.
2) The homeless people she's spoken to
have a paucity of teeth, leading to requests for soft foods.
3) The number one most-requested drink in response to her offer -- an offer with no explicit restrictions
-- turns out to be orange juice
Just in case you wondered what people really value.
Sadly, prices are sky-high
after disease, hurricanes, which is all the more reason to increase imports from Brazil by lowering the tariffs. Or perhaps to raise those tariffs and help our own poor orange farmers
. I can't keep that stuff straight.
The one with the dirt and stuff. Literal dirt, that is, not gossip. Ana-Marie Jones
Primarily in San Francisco.
She won't buy anyone alcohol, but she doesn't lead off by pointing that out, either.
Now with fiber
for the Boomers! A drink-technology first. It's good to be so advanced.
Such as The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints