The man with the straw baskets....

Walking down the road I saw a man, barefooted , selling straw baskets, hoping that somebody would buy them so that his family doesn't have to sleep hungry today. Wearing mangled clothes , he had a disheveled appearance, but the twinkle in his eyes at the prospect of a new customer was unmistakable, it belied all the sufferings he had gone through though short lived for the person. He was moving up and down the road looking for customers, on a Sunday afternoon. Were the baskets made by him? Looked like it. SO, instead of selling it to some handicrafts shop for a meager amount while the latter charge an unnaturally high price he decided to foray into the market himself. But now he is thinking did he do a mammoth mistake , should he would have sold the baskets and in a way confirmed a source of income for himself no matter how meager. Finally he set his eyes on a person coming down the road. Looking at the vendor the person had a pity in her eyes, which the vendor was quick to notice. He called out to her " Madam, baskets!!!!", "Please", but don't know how this person became so stoic, she walked on without even acknowledging the existence of the vendor....