He has not arrived yet and we are a bit early. There is a table in the corner, near where we sat the other day with Cynthia. There is a small crowd of mostly Asian international students coming in, all of them ordering lattes and similar in disposable paper cups. I have naively assumed that they are not staying, which is just as well, since they are pretty noisy. Francois looks up from his phone
"They're all staying, but not one of them has ordered their drink in a for here container."
"Don't expect them to recycle. I guess they have never heard of the environment."
"I had this problem with discussing environmental issues with foreign students who were not Japanese, when I was in college in Montreal. They all think the environment is a uniquely North American obsession. And not one of them is interested in talking about climate change. They're almost all business administration or marketing students and their sole interest is making money."
"That is really sad you know. Like a lot of people here who from one side of their mouths complain about how hot the summers are getting while from the other side of their mouths they're bitching and whining about the price of gas.
"Is that him?" says Francois. And yes, here is Chuck, just coming in through the door.
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