Food or Smokes?
The man looked decent enough, with his pressed shirt, trimmed beard, neat trousers and polished shoes. Given the laptop case held in his left hand and the proximity to the software company nearby, he would have probably been an IT professional in that company. He had somethings in his right hand and was walking away from a small pavement store.
Suddenly, he tripped on a pavement stone and fell forward. To protect his face, he used the only leverage he had that time… his right hand. Consequently, whatever he held in his hand… a small biscuit pack, 2 cigarettes and his keys… were thrown away in to the muddy slush on the side of the pavement from the previous day’s rain.
He managed to pull himself up and looked painfully at the items strewn in the mud. Then slowly, he took his keys from the ground, shook them to remove the mud and put them in his trouser’s pocket. Then he picked up the two cigarette, wiped them with his hand kerchief and kept those in his shirt pockets. A disgusting look came on his face, looking at the small biscuit pack lying in the mud, the wrapping intact… he just turned and started walking away.