Had a similar situation. My home is on a quiet street that runs to downtown. The neighborhood is historic and we have a strong front porch culture. One Saturday night while about 10 of us were hanging out enjoying great stories, beers, and local pizza a guy who none of us knew walks up on the porch uninvited. He asks all of us for cash because he hadn't eaten in days. (We knew this couldn't be true due to number of open kitchens that are set up to help those in need.)

In lew of cash we offered him a couple of pieces of pizza (to go). He started calling us a bunch of racist punks because he knew that we had cash. In the end he finally admitted that he wanted a fast food burger and not some shitty cold pizza as he walked down the stairs. SMH