Or, Life is not fair. The snow has been falling since early afternoon, and now at 6 pm it is still snowing, only now the snow is wetter and the outside atmosphere dark and cold. I look out my window at the diminished traffic and see a bicyclist in the middle of the road, peddling his bike with a plastic crate strapped on his back. In the crate is a delivery of ‘ordered take out food’. He, who is at the bottom of the economic ladder, is delivery food to someone who can afford to have it ‘served up’. The latter does not have to risk limb and life to forage to feed himself, while the bicyclist has to risk all to make a living.