tickles his pickle

i met a friend of mine for lunch at a local greasy spoon called "Cozy Soup N Burger". actually she had lunch, i had a sundae. and the first one had a hair in it, so the waiter - after using my spoon to dig around and retrieve the hair - brought me a second one from a FRESH ice cream container that he'd JUST OPENED himself. anyway. we'd had our eye on these two girls on the other side of the partition from us. one had probably the largest hamburger i'd ever seen. it was distractingly large. well at the end of our meal (or whatever) we were glancing over to their table - not sure why - and realized this random guy dressed in many layers but not looking homeless per se who had been circling the restaurant briefly paused at the girls' table and asked one if she was going to eat her pickle. now admittedly this was a hell of a pickle. i mean, i almost asked the same question he did. he just beat me to it. and, in response, the girl just sorta shook her head and nonchalantly handed him the pickle. he munched on it as he walked away. and the two girls continued talking as if nothing had happened. my friend was offended that he'd simply walked passed her pickle without inquiry.