Late afternoon, in a plastic bar full of plastic people, there sat a woman not so plastic, drinking out of a Styrofoam cup. Chris was transfixed by her but couldn’t approach, his anxiety bowel movements wouldn’t allow it. He asked the barman to bring a drink over to the table, Smooth Orange Juice From Concentrate. Chris sat in a corner watching as the drink was carried, and saw it placed on the table as requested. No one picked the cup up, it remained full till closing time. The woman just sat there with holding a Styrofoam cup, a wooden mannequin.