Saturday, February 20, 2016

Whimpering Pines Retreat for the Truly Neurotic

At the front desk, you’ll find a pitcher of iced cucumber water next to some articles we printed off the Internet about recent E. coli outbreaks on cucumber farms. The receptionist will introduce herself once, quickly, and then address you by your first name for the remainder of your stay with a camaraderie that indicates that she thinks you know her name, too. All of our staff members promise to make recurrent, familiar eye contact with you, non-verbally suggesting that you know each other from somewhere and that you’re being rude by failing to remember where.

More in The New Yorker.

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