Polite, though clearly desperate, the tattered man bolts into the nearly vacant Thai restaurant and stares down the left over food on un-bussed tables.
“Do you think I could just drink the rest of that soup?”
Without pause, a young waiter clips across the floor and asks him to step aside so he can clear the mess.
Mechanical and preoccupied, the waiter shuffles the routine dance of clearing plates into cardboard boxes.
Frustrated, disillusioned and still hungry the man begins to move for the door when the waiter bolts after him, this time hands full of bags,
“Your food sir.”
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