She walked down the street slowly, with her hand tight on her cane. The woman moved towards the back of the sidewalk restaurant. The trash can is piled high with plastic and brown bags. She touches one bag, then another, then the next. One brown bag looks promising. The woman smiles. She holds it in her left hand. She spots another bag. When she’s about to reach it, the door of the restaurant opens. An employee wearing a black apron stares at the woman. She puts the bags on top of the others, and holding on to the cane for protection, walks up the street.