People gathered around the trunk of the pick up car. They were not a well dressed bunch; most of them wore castoff clothes from somewhere. A well dressed man in his 30’s carrying a dark leather briefcase stopped to take a look. He stared at the crowd with a puzzled look on his face. Someone from the group saw him. “It’s food for the poor,” she said with a faint smile on her face.” Would you like a sandwich, sir?”. The man moved on.