For some legal reason lost in the mists of time, the alley next to my building is closed off to cars every year on this date. Usually, the security guys and gals set up a bbq grill and a cooler filled with suds to help them pass the time. Because of possible storms, there’s no grill or cooler this year, and I’m feeling sorry for the poor shlub down there who’s obviously bored out of his skull (and I hope he’s getting at least time and a half for his non-efforts).

My ethical quandary is: should I just mind my own bee’s wax or deliver unto this fellow working Joe a frosty cup of ale?