Beggars Can Be Choosers

I've been in New York for about a month now. I'd been here at least ten times before I actually moved, so I knew it was a different world. I didn't know it was a different solar system. Even the homeless are different here. I was sitting in the park eating lunch with some guys I work with. One of the guys told me he offered a homeless guy a bologna sandwich once and he turned it down. Turns out he didn't like bologna. He even asked him if he had anything better. I thought that was pretty funny, but nothing could've been funnier than seeing it in person. About five minutes later a guy walked up to us and asked for some food. I was about finished with my lunch, and the other guy had just finished his burrito, but one of the guys had a bag full of bagel chips. He offered the man a couple bagel chips, whereupon the homeless man bent over to peek inside the bag. He looked at my friend perplexed and asked, "What the hell is a bagel chip? I've never heard of that."
To which my friend responded, "Well, it's pieces of bagel, cut, fried and made into a chip."
The homeless guy peeked into the bag yet again, turned his head and said, "I'll pass. I've never heard of that shit."
I was shocked. A pretentious homeless person? He turned his nose up at bagel chips—fried bread. Maybe he was trying to cut out the carbs or something. And it was so nonchalant—like he wasn't even sweating it. Like bagel chips were beneath him. It was almost as if he couldn't believe he'd been offered some no-name snack. Atlanta homeless will eat your shoe strings if you offer it to them. What was the guy expecting, filet mignon? Did he have something specific that he wanted? I think I'm going to put a menu by my feet when I go to the park—like the ones restaurants put in the window so you know if you want to go in or not. Then the homeless guys can window shop and only ask me if they like what I'm serving that day.
My mom used to always tell me, "You're not starving. If you were starving you'd eat anything. You're not even hungry. You don't know what hungry is. You just want something to eat."
Well I guess this homeless guy just wanted something to eat, and he was treating the park like a drive through window. He pulled up at McDonald's looking for a Whopper and didn't find it. He probably just pulled up to another window until he found somebody with something that he liked.