This morning as we settled down for breakfast (at 10am, a little later than usual), a man walked up to our screen door. He was trying to open the door to come in, so I asked if I could help him with something. He said yes and continued trying to open the door. Since I was still in my pajamas, Mark came over to talk to him. The man asked, “Hay almuerzo?” “Is lunch available?” and Mark replied with a firm no, adding that we’re not a restaurant- we live here. Mark pointed out to him where he could get something to eat. Our neighbor, Dementia, commented that we should cook some food to sell, since there is a bloqueo out by one of the bridges that’s keeping people here. Not wanting to turn our room into an eatery or strain our already dwindling resources, we decided not to take advantage of the business opportunity.
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