Often the food at the mission is spoiled, but nobody reports it, as it's better to be sick than risk closure. The bathroom, which is next to the kitchen, has been without toilet paper or paper towels for months. Four of the six toilets don't flush and nobody mops or uses cleanser, so you can figure it's a shopping mall of microbes, but nobody expects Trump Towers. Often I puke. It could have been the flu.
Illness is for the rich.
The poor that try to join that club, get two minutes and a swift heave-ho. It's been 20 years since I've been to a doctor. A few weeks back, I drove a guy with a severed finger to emergency, and sat with some mothers, who said they'd been waiting three hours. The mothers held their sick kids and scolded the others. Many of the guys at the mission are here illegally.