Matt stood at a small vending cart that served hot dogs and sodas to those that took their lunches outside. Marco was the guy's name that was vending, a good guy if there was one, but of course he was City born which meant he lacked personality. He was nice enough for a hotdog vendor, but different still.
The blind lawyer purchased a bag of hot dog buns from the man and the turned and used his came to sweep back and forth as he walked. A bench greeted him, one with a women occupying half of it at present. Matt turned to her politely, "Excuse me, would you mind if I sat here?"
He hoped she wouldn't. Already he had set his cane aside and had opened the plastic bag held only by a twist tie. The tie went into a pocket to spare the environment. Then the bread came out and instantly a swarm of fat pigeons cooed eagerly at their feet.