Those fish and chips must have been truly foul to be throw-away-able; and he must have been truly hungry to wolf them down.

This brings to mind my experience with a beggar in Nairobi, who hassled me to the point where I ended up peeling the socks off my feet and offering them to him, which he took, happily. Later the same day, I saw him again: he waved and pointed to his feet, sporting my socks!