On the twelfth day of Christmas...

I sat at the stop light waiting for the longest light ever to change and I saw what I presumed* to be a man down on his luck.

 His sign said he was embarrassed because he is a single father and just trying to make it blah blah blah (I can be a little cynical, just wait until you hear the end). And here I was in my nice car, warm, relatively happy kids in tow, and to my right were 6 loaves of the best bread ever. And so I said to myself, 

   "Self you will regret not giving him a loaf, look at him, he probably hasn't eaten today".

And so I held up the line (of course the light changed right when I wanted to spread some holiday cheer. Everyone behind me was so thrilled) and handed him a loaf of pumpkin chocolate chip bread. And I said,

     "Sorry, I don't have any cash but I do have this. Merry Christmas!".

And he said,

"This smells wonderful! I'll go put it in my car."

Curious.