The differences between people in this world differ greatly. BK Loren, author of Animal, Mineral, Radical: Essays on Wildlife, Family, and Food, believes that people of higher or lower classes can interact together and forget about their differences all due to a simple meal. One essay from her novel, “The Evolution of Hunger,” describes Loren’s encounter with a homeless man, Ragman. Although two completely diverse people, one homeless and the other a college professor, they were both able to share an affinity through a simple PB&J sandwich. Loren felt frightened and seemingly fine to have a meal with someone she had never interacted with before (Loren 120). Not many words were exchanged, but in the time that the two shared a simple meal together, an unspoken bond was created.
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Ever since I’ve worked at the SAP Center as a parking attendant, I’ve encountered this woman several times while working in my designated parking lot. We acknowledged each other’s existence through eye contact, yet never had an actual conversation. The woman came up with her belongings from the creek through the fence that separated my lot from her living quarters. While setting up the lot in the extreme heat, the woman came up to me and politely asked, “It’s pretty hot today. Do you have water?” It was a strange encounter because the most contact we’ve ever had was merely glancing at each other. I then responded with skepticism, “I’m sorry I don’t have any with me.” She slightly chuckled at my response as she proceeded to grab a bottle of water from her cart and shared it with me. Perplexed, I accepted her offering, though deep down I knew that she needed it more. I thought that she needed water, when in fact, she knew that I needed the water more than she
Ever since I’ve worked at the SAP Center as a parking attendant, I’ve encountered this woman several times while working in my designated parking lot. We acknowledged each other’s existence through eye contact, yet never had an actual conversation. The woman came up with her belongings from the creek through the fence that separated my lot from her living quarters. While setting up the lot in the extreme heat, the woman came up to me and politely asked, “It’s pretty hot today. Do you have water?” It was a strange encounter because the most contact we’ve ever had was merely glancing at each other. I then responded with skepticism, “I’m sorry I don’t have any with me.” She slightly chuckled at my response as she proceeded to grab a bottle of water from her cart and shared it with me. Perplexed, I accepted her offering, though deep down I knew that she needed it more. I thought that she needed water, when in fact, she knew that I needed the water more than she