trash for dinner

There is a woman I see most mornings. She is in her 60's and has a blue pull along shopping trolley. Every morning she roots and rustles her way through the bins and piles of rubbish left on the street. After filling her trolley with food rejected by others she toddles off......where does she go?

And why does she need to collect food from the street?


Have we arrived at the brave new world yet?