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No loitering

N – “look around”
I looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of some good looking gal, some Indian gal? – yeah! they are a rarity for one.They are few and all are taken. One rarely gets to see a desi girl group here.It's either couples or guys-only-grps. Anyway I could see none. What’s he up to now?
N – “What do you think these people are doing ?”
Well ! what are they doing. I suddenly noticed that there were many people about the place. Yeah, with a theatre behind and starbucks in front of us, there had to be some crowd.
Why was he asking ? Was he suggesting that Americans waste a lot of time or was he suggesting – look at the guys hanging out with babes. Why are we like this ? or was .. well !
I was confused. He was still waiting for my answer.
“Well! they are doing several things. everyone is doing what he/she wants to do.”
N – “What else”
Me – “They are moving about. Here and there. Some standing , some sitting. Chit chatting.”
N – “Tell me what they are doing in a single word”
I gave N a blank look. “Pal, come out with it. I am dumb !”
N - “Look straight, do you see a board there”
Yeah – there in bold letters was “NO LOITERING”

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