Alongside my girlfriend visiting her grandmother in New York City, we were leaving the Manhattan Club together (a snazzy time share on 57th Street) after a fine breakfast on the 26th floor.
As I was heading out when I saw an older man stuffing mints into his duffel bag. He looked a crisp 70 or 80, clean, well-dressed in a nice sweater vest, button-up shirt and slacks. When I walked past him he said, “Hey, young fella.”
I stopped. “Yes?”
“Want some soap? Shampoo?”
“Um..” He opened his duffel bag to show me a large collection of complementary mini-shampoo, conditioner and body wash.
“They give this stuff away for free,” he said, darting his eyes around. “Smells great.”
I nodded and left with my girlfriend.