On my way home

It's rained a little bit today the road is wet. The sidewalk is puddled. I walked to my usual street. The scent of the baking bread is luring me to buy at least one. I lined up in a long que. This is the usual scene in this street. Beside the bakeshop are the homeless people begging for money or food. I think those people can still work. They are not that old. I saw on the news that a beggar like this one can earn more than an office worker. Where are they consuming their money? They're not even buying new clothes or pay rent. If they really earning big as the news said definitely they are buying something expensive like drugs for them to stay here in this condition and choose to stay the way they are. Finally I received my purchase, hmm I smelled it the last time before I open my mouth to bite the biggest possible I could. In a split second a running boy snatched my hotdog in a bun again. Feels like deja vu it happened before and it happed again. God I haven't even enjoyed my hotdog. I'm confused if I should buy another one or just go home. I decided to do the latter.