So George and I stop at White Castle after a night out drinking. A homeless guy is standing outside the door and asks George for help getting something to eat. George says ok and walks into White Castle. HG says "Hey. Do you mind if we go to McDonalds?" George says, "I want White Castle." HG says "C'mon. I really wanted McDonalds." George, in an uncharacteristic display of self-control, manages not to tell HG to 'Fuck off' and says, "I'm eating here, so it's this or nothing." (Why George can show restraint to homeless guys and not to girls in bars that might be considering sleeping with him is a question for another day) HG gives up and proceeds to order the most expensive item on the menu. (Not that it's a soup versus lobster thing. It's 79¢ versus $1.79, but still.)

I really hope I'm never in a situation where my next meal comes from the 'kindness of strangers' (or the British), but if I was, I think I'd be appreciative, not upset that I'm getting a Slyder instead of a Big Mac.