I rode my bike to pick up my chipotle order. As I was undoing my bike this homeless man was asking people for change. I stopped and walked up to him and asked if he's eatin today. He responded that he's just trying to get a burrito here. I said "alright let's go get you one" took him inside and I let him order. He ordered a double steak burrito. I didn't care because in the grand scheme of things it doesn't effect me. But then at the register he wanted to order a soda too (meanwhile he was already carry a six pack in his hands-not that I care IF it's alcohol or not but he has some type of drink with him already. So that I rejected him getting the soda and told him just that "you've got drink right there man" but now that I'm back home I just feel horrible about not getting him the drink because again in the grand scheme of my life right now it wouldn't matter. But it's like eating me up for some reason, and also meanwhile I have never ordered a drink with my chipotle order and I only ever get chicken because it's the cheapest item. Why am I so caught up on this?