Being unemployed does give me a little peek at a world I never knew. Go to any McDonald's, Panera, or other cheap breakfast hangout on a weekday after 9 AM. The commuters and early risers are gone, and the place fills up with senior citizens nursing their (discounted) coffees and talking politics. Or the economy. Or sometimes just very crudely flirting with each other.
They never notice me there. I'm an intruder in their world.
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