Most days I two things happen.
On my way home:
1. I walk to the tram stop with a coworker where he picks up a free muffin from a coffee shop who gives muffins away at the end of the day.
2. At the train station, I see a homeless man sitting with a sign asking for money.
Every day I think, why didn't I grab him a muffin?
Well, last week I mentioned this to the coworker, and he decided that there was no time like the present to do a good deed, so when we walked to the tram stop, I grabbed a muffin for the homeless man.
I waited by the tram stop for a while, but there was a tram problem further up the line and some lovely girls shared with me that the tram would NOT be coming for quite some time.
So holding this muffin (that I could not eat, and smelled DIVINE by the way), I walked two blocks to a different tram line, but one that dropped me off about a 5 minute walk from my homeless man. Not deterred: I trammed, I walked, and lo the homeless man was no where to be found.
Inspector Climate was out of town, so I couldn't bring him the gift of Muffin. Instead, I decided I'd just give it to the first person who I felt like would appreciate a 'stranger muffin' (for the record, I would NOT appreciate a Stranger Muffin). So I carried the muffin into the train station, down the escalators, and on to the train. A man moved to make room for me to sit down next to him and I thought "This is it!"
"Would you like a muffin?"
"Um, normally I would love a muffin, but I'm a diet"
You can only imagine how much my heart sank at the moment.
"...why do you have to get rid of the muffin?"
"I got it for a homeless man I see every day at the station, but he wasn't there today, and I'm allergic to the muffin"
"Oh, that's so nice, ok. I'll take the muffin and find it a good home..."
And then just like that we were talking about how awesome West Wing is and how Aaron Sorkin is one helluva a screen writer.