There aren't enough chairs for everyone. There was nowhere that I could sit where I wouldn't be a target for any homeless woman who felt like walking past me and coughing. I didn't want to raise my voice, and it's been happening for the past hour and a half, so I left. I'll be at the shelter for dinner; in the winter, leaving for an hour will be much more difficult.
Copyright L. Kochman, August 27, 2015 @ 4:35 p.m.
