I was finishing a long day at the downtown sporting goods store when I first saw him. Walking under the biting cold, I tugged my coat tighter and headed for the bus stop, dreaming of a hot bath at home.
On my way, I passed a shawarma stand that had been around for as long as I’d worked at the mall. A homeless man and his dog approached the stand, both looking frozen, tired, and painfully hungry.
“Are you going to order something or just stand there?” the vendor barked.