I passed the bulk foods aisle three times as I shopped the other day. Each time, there was a different man down the aisle, snitching sweets and treats from the bins as they did their shopping. Each one glanced up as I passed by and furtively finished shoving the food in his mouth.

They didn’t appear to be poor men. They were all around fifty, with nice clothes and a basket half-filled with groceries. But they were so desperate, trying to quiet their hunger with a scarfed-down chocolate or cracker, as though they had not been fed in a long, long time.

By the time I saw the third one, I had to wonder, what are these men really so hungry for?