And as I sat there, watching them take the chicken carcass apart like madmen, I couldn’t help but wonder…

Why they didn’t just grab a chicken leg off of the plate beside it.

Some people have too much time on their hands. Especially those arty types.

Beyond that, there’s the tissue box sitting beside them…

Painted up like an alfresco cappucino (moccha latte perhaps?)

And the oranges, dimpled like golfballs.

Where do they think they are?