I just got done walking up and down the street in front of the church trying to give away 5 gallons of fresh (not expired) 2% milk. It's a lot harder than you might think. Not only are people suspicious of anything free, but I was giving away free milk. I must admit, I'm not a big milk fan already, and if some younger-looking white male came up to me on the street with a cart of 5 gallons of 2% milk I'm not sure I'd take any either.
I saw steve twice today. Once early this morning I said hello to him as I walked into Homeland to get a loaf of bread and some jelly, and the second time sitting outside a local soup kitchen. After talking for a while he told me he was organizing all his papers and asked if he could have one of the jugs of milk on my cart. I, obviously, said "sure!", gave it to him, and continued on my quest. The journey was not without its casualties, however. On my way back to the church with 4 out of the 5 jugs of milk I snagged a crack in the sidewalk and one of the 4 toppled to the ground and busted.
Maybe next time I'll try orange juice, or perhaps vitamin D.