Word: lines
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Dates: during 2000-2000
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...that I want to drive the Coop out of business, although I know plenty of people who wouldn't weep at its demise. The prices are absurd, the books you need are never there and, if you're anything like me, there's always a busload of tourists in line in front of you, each individually buying strange items with foreign money. The Coop sucks and it always has. Take this opportunity to let them know that you know...
...ended. Over the sound of Bob Dylan's crooning on the first floor, pots and pans clamored for attention in the kitchen on the other side of the huge dining room. At 6:30, however, the mellow atmosphere vanished as students appeared from out of nowhere, forming a line that circled around the 8-foot, dark wood table laden with bowls of food. The white china dishes and plain glasses so familiar to the Harvard student are a rare occurrences here, otherwise replaced by piles of mismatched bowls, plates, empty yogurt cups and a flatware stand of forks and chopsticks...
...Harrel: I think that plays a part in international people. Religion emphasizes love thy neighbor. You're literally supposed to reach out to people. It's not a country to be waiting in the line in the store and you're just talking to someone. If I'm waiting at an airport I talk to a person I just met, you know? Likewise I know who my neighbors are. My roommate from New York doesn't not know his neighbors. He's lived in the same house his entire life, with same neighbors, and he doesn't know their first...
...distinction is brought to the forefront as I make my way from the windowless window seat to the aisle. I look for the nearest vacant bathroom and find that for all 127 of us in la section bourgeoisie there are but two. Neither is vacant, and there is a line. I am determined, at this point, to explore the realm beyond the curtain, and decide to finally penetrate the most stolid symbol of oppression in the room. I placed my hands nonchalantly into my khaki pockets and sauntered casually toward the front of the plane. But as I made...
...cheapo class, the aisle is wide enough only for the beverage cart. It effectively prevents you from getting from where you are to where you want to be. So I swallow another pill, and start toward the backside of the plane where the line for the powder room has shortened. As each person returns to their seat in turn, I am thrilled to have the opportunity to rub body parts as they squeeze by me in the aisle. And when my turn comes, I am more than ready to have my go at squeezing into the well-used facility...