I remember standing in line at a liquor store, watching a (likely) homeless woman carefully pocket some food item. I said nothing. I talked about it the next day at work. A coworker suggested I’d just passed an “ethics test.”
That was many years ago, before I’d established my current worldview. Today, I’d be silently rooting for them. “Get some food!”
I used to live in a red state and liquor stores there can only sell alcohol. Here (California), they’re really just common bodegas. Even BevMo has snacks and party supplies.