Independence Irony

Call it twisted fate or sheer irony..
As the clock struck twelve, a hungry me and a friend/colleague were hunting for an ATM. This to “celebrate” at our favorite eatery, symbolic of our dependency of not gluttony but our dependency on an ATM which holds our money. Money that we earn from “hard work” but this is no irony.
The ironic bit is after the ATM hunt, as we near the eatery a man “dependent” on his hard work approaches us. He is a family man, with his daughter on his cycle & wife helping him sell balloons.
His daughter lies asleep on the bicycle.
His daughter dependent on his dad for her grub.
As we hurry, the man greets us and asks if I can buy some food for his kid.
He has not had any business today and is dependent on a favour to feed his kid.

Buy balloons. I did not. Happy independence day.