I've been trying to minimize the number of nights I spend in New York City lately so I've been packing my schedule there completely full.
I have breakfast meetings, morning meetings, lunch meetings, afternoon meetings and dinner meetings. By the time I make it back to my hotel room I'm a basket case.
On Tuesday I had a GREAT lunch meeting at a fabulous Greek restaurant in Manhattan. I got a salad with chicken on it and it was FABULOUS.
But it was too big and I couldn't finish it. Of course, I knew that I was staying in a hotel (no fridge) and that I had a dinner date (no need for leftovers) but there was no way I was sending it back to the kitchen - so I took it with me.
And I started looking for a homeless person who might enjoy it.
Now I know that some of you think I'm being completely horrible - just because someone is homeless doesn't mean that they want to finish my half eaten food. And I agree with you. I would never assume that someone wants the other half of my hamburger.
However, I can't tell you how many times I've seen homeless people in NYC pull half full coffee cups out of the trash and finish them - having no idea where they came from.
I was hoping that an amazingly delicious salad with chicken delivered in a takeout container from a posh restaurant would be appealing to them.
But for the next 6 hours I couldn't find a single homeless person anywhere in NYC.
Finally I met up with my Twitter friend, Deanna, and said, "Keep your eyes peeled for a homeless person." She looked at me like I was a little crazy but she nodded. She's awesome like that.
We walked around Manhattan for 3 hours but never did find a homeless person.
We did pass one guy pushing a grocery cart full of redeemable cans.
Deanna nudged me, "What about him?"
I hesitated. "I saw him but I don't think he's homeless, I just think that's his job."
She paused. "Really?" she asked.
"I'm not sure." I admitted.
And then it hit me.
You know everyone tells you that the WORST thing you can do is ask a woman if she's pregnant - when she isn't?
Well that's totally wrong.
The worst thing you can do is walk up to someone on the streets of New York City, hand them a half eaten meal and say, "You, you look homeless, here's my leftover lunch."