Ever feel like you're living in two different worlds? On the same day?
Today, for lunch, I had turkey with all the trimmings, served on lovely china by a nice man in a uniform who pulled out my chair for me and asked if he could get me a beverage.
For dinner, I had 3/4 of a slice of pizza, and I gave the rest to a homeless guy who was begging for the crust.
Strange, strange world(s).
2 comments:
You're a good egg, NZ. :-)
Nowhere is the dichotomies of our society so pronounced as California. At least you get to work on the priviliged side of the street.
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