China Folk's

My office is a mile east of my apartment, so my commute always takes me straight into a low-hanging sun. I don't mind though, because the walk is always exceedingly interesting. For example, this morning I found these people:

standing in formation outside a restaurant near my apartment called "China Folk's," which got me thinking for a while about whether "folk" can ever be singular and if we even need the word "folks." I've seen these folk(s) before in the mornings lounging on the sidewalk, but today they were receiving instructions (or reprimand -- hard to say) from a man wearing one of these:

Not kidding. The angle's not great because my prolonged presence brought on a number of strange looks and I eventually had to leave, but oh well. I'll try to get a better one when this inevitably happens again. Also, on the same walk every morning there is a group of old ladies that practice that choreographed fan karate stuff, which I desperately want video of. But yeah, my walk to work is rife with intrigue.

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