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Life Among Humans
8/9/09 10:33I do a lot of my work at Pebbles' Cafe in Glen Park, a tiny little sandwich and coffee shop with hard working, relentlessly cheery proprietors and many locals. It is a good place to work, because there are a lot of us laptop-dependent types there, but also enough human noise of a not-mine variety that I never feel isolated. And the odd human story, or interesting behavior, just to keep my brain turning over.
Among other things, there are two groups of mentally challenged adults, with their attendants, who come in to eat. This morning it was the tall, skinny man whose charges are a middle-aged woman with a tiny, lined face, large blocky body, and long, bony hands, who tends to rearrange the contents of her paper wallet as she drinks her Coke; and an African American woman with Downs syndrome who asks many questions about the food other people are eating, but only gets white toast without butter, please. And the guy always has a book with him, although it's not clear to me when he gets a chance to read. Today the book was Lenin's Political Thought. There's a story here, but it hasn't come quite clear to me yet.
Among other things, there are two groups of mentally challenged adults, with their attendants, who come in to eat. This morning it was the tall, skinny man whose charges are a middle-aged woman with a tiny, lined face, large blocky body, and long, bony hands, who tends to rearrange the contents of her paper wallet as she drinks her Coke; and an African American woman with Downs syndrome who asks many questions about the food other people are eating, but only gets white toast without butter, please. And the guy always has a book with him, although it's not clear to me when he gets a chance to read. Today the book was Lenin's Political Thought. There's a story here, but it hasn't come quite clear to me yet.