The Awkward Handshake
Beyond 11pm, all the food places near Bryant Park were closed, and so I found myself in a McDonald’s which led me to buy dinner for a possibly homeless man. He told me he lives in Connecticut, but his cousin (his ride back) didn’t show, and so he needs to wait overnight, needs money for food, has a spine injury, and I wasn’t sure if the whole backstory was real or an excuse. In any case, we talked for 10 minutes as we waited. As I left he reached out for a handshake and I saw what might have been infected blisters, and so I awkwardly offered him my pincers (thumb and finger). The gesture might have negated the kindness of me getting him food in the first place, and I feel bad about it.