Soup and sandwich skips

There's a driveway that leads to the alley behind my condo, and the couple was sitting there in the shelter of a garage, with their dog. I walked by, greeted them, paused, and asked if they had lodging for the night. They didn't. They looked like they were pretty together, so maybe they weren't homeless in the conventional sense. Perhaps I acted too rashly. But I asked if they had a meal for the night, and they said no. So I asked if they would like a soup and sandwich, and they perked up and said yes. I told them to wait and that I would return.

At the condo I whipped together two ham and cheese sandwiches, garnished with mayo, mustard and a sweet red chili pepper spread. Placing each sandwich in two nested paper bags, I added to each package a fruit cup, two fig bars, a couple cheese balls and a Pink Lady apple. In a plastic Glad refrigerator container with snap lid I added a combination of Pacific organic roasted red pepper and tomato soup,  kalamata olives, chopped onions, carrots microwaved to tenderness, and Sweet Baby Ray's Barbecue Sauce, over which I had melted Tilamook chedder cheese slices. I found a large sack for the Glad container and threw in a couple of spoons, napkins and paper towells.  It took less than 10 minutes and I headed for the alley.

When I got there, they were gone without a trace.

No problemo. I returned to the condo, refrigerated the sack lunches for another day and ate the soup. It was delicious.
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