So I'm putting this in the WTF because there's some mixed emotions and such:
Today, after my improv class, I went to Burger King, since there isn't a Burger King in my area and I pass it every week after class. As I puledl into the parking lot, and I noticed it's got a weird layout: to get into the building from the parking lot, you have to walk in front of the drive-thru, which has a road-block at the end of it so that people in the drive-thru presumably would have to veer away to get out. Then I got to the bathroom, and I noticed there's some discarded underwear in the garbage.
On my way back from the bathroom, and old black man called me over to his booth. He pretty clearly has some sort of mental problem, and I decided to talk to him to maybe brighten his day. He asked me how I'm feeling, I told him I was feeling pretty good. I asked him how he was feeling, and I don't remember exactly what he said, since he was kind of hard to understand. Then he asked for change, and I gave him some random coins and a dollar. He asked for more, and I told him I needed to get some food.
So I got my food, and the one server lady there is nice and chatty (I guess I'll mention that she's also black, since I seemed to have felt it necessary to mention race previously), and it makes me feel better about what happened before.
I then go to sit down, and the crazy old man eventually peaks up over the other side of his booth to where I am. I offer him some of my fries, and he comes around and sits at my booth opposite me. We have some sort of awkward conversation with him being barely coherent with his slurred speech and me only able to understand the occasional word he says. I share some more fries, and at some point, either he asks for or I offer some of my burger, tearing off a piece.
He seems offended by this, the fact that I would separate a piece of my food rather than offering a bite, like I'm treating him like he's not even human (not that he said anything like those exact words; it was more like, "you would treat me like that", and I inferred from there). So I give him the burger to bite into, and I eat it also so that we might both partake in acknowledgement of our shared humanity.
From there there was some more awkward semi-conversation and staring, with him most often saying things like "how you feeling" and "I'm nobody" and me most often not knowing what to say at all since I had no idea what he was saying. At some point he flashed me a peace sign.
Then, at the end, I shook his hand, he asked me for three dollars, which I did not give him; I then removed my hand from his and left feeling so bad I forgot to say goodbye to the nice lady behind the counter.
TL;DR White guilt, and what sort of diseases can you contract from sharing a hamburger with a crazy old stranger?