my friend ken used to work for the city of los angeles. at lunchtime, many of his coworkers would gather in the basement food court. ken said that it was a pretty bizarre scene: white collar workers in khakis, suits, pressed shirts, sitting at the tables, picking up chinese express noodles with chopsticks and instinctively turning their gaze away from the homeless people picking through the trash cans for edible scraps. each group was engaged in an elaborate dance, avoiding any sort of contact with the other, maintaining their physical and social distance.
ken couldn’t stomach it, and avoided eating in the food court::
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