Strolling into the Windward Farms market, I was approached by a hungry homeless man. When I told him I had no cash, he asked me to pick him up some bread and bologna. How strange. The place doesn’t sell sandwiches, so I bought a bag of trail mix for him. I handed it to him and he promptly replied, “I can’t eat peanuts; I don’t have teeth!” He lifted up his top lip to show off his toothless gums. “There’s a store right there that sells sandwiches”. “That’s mexican food, sir”. “Right past it. It’s a market”. I couldn’t back out now, so I caved in. I walked across the street with him and let him have a small shopping spree. He ended up with a big pack of hot dogs, a block of cheese, and some baked potato chips. He wished me a Merry Christmas and ran off,  leaving me standing on the corner with the bag of trail mix.