Today the homeless (or semi-homeless) bought me lunch.
→[More:] I made about $25 in tips from a few regulars with big scores, so I treated myself to a lunch break of chicken fingers, jalapeno poppers and three pints of Bud draft at a dive around the block from work. Never let it be said that they don't contribute to the economy. The guy who owns the bookstore around the corner from us was there on his lunch break, too. he likes getting his load on midday, it seems.