When the door opened, those who had already arrived would look up at the newcomer suspiciously. The newcomer would immediately adopt a self-deprecating, apologetic look and carefully slink around the edge of the folding-chair-circle, hoping to avoid further scrutiny. They’d choose a seat as far from the others as possible, drape their jackets over the back, then slowly, hesitantly sit down. The next time the door opened they, too, would look up suspiciously.
Continue reading at The Brooklyner.