A few years ago, I visited New York City with my parents and my sister. Though we were equally excited to be there, we each had something different that we wanted to do: I wanted to see the Empire State Building, my sister wanted to shop at Macy’s, my mother wanted to see the Statue of Liberty, and my dad wanted to eat a hot dog in Central Park. Since, at the time of this story, it was around lunch time, we eventually headed to Central Park for hot dogs. We all thought it was totally cool to get a hot dog from a cart. Then we walked a bit until we found a bench to sit and eat. It was a really hot day and there were crowds of people walking around. A man in a business suit walked past us, eating an ice cream cone. Briskly, he dropped the unfinished cone in the trash and moved on. From a hundred feet away, we saw a homeless man come running. At first we were a little alarmed, but it seemed his attention was on the trash can. All of a sudden, he snatched the cone out of the can. I started pleading, “No! Don’t eat that!” But apparently my words held no meaning. He ate that ice cream cone anyways. I was utterly disgusted, but too afraid to throw away my hot dog in case he dug it out of the trash, too. Oh boy, Central Park in the summer…
