Cuties

Dear Chinese immigrants who work in meat and fish processing plants and sweatshops in hidden away industrial pockets of Vancouver:

You are way too fucking cute with your lunch rooms, lunch bags, tea/water containers, crackers and cookies and whatever other things you need to make the communal work lunch adorable and respectable in its sociability and pragmatism. If this was any of the lunch rooms I've worked in, it would be empty save for a few keep-to-themselves weirdos and a couple average Joes reading the paper. The rest of us spend our lunches with Terry at Subway, then smoke a joint in the parking lot afterward. Most lunch rooms I've been in have never seen a paper towel place-mat or trusted that no one would rip off your bag lunch.