Then we see people sitting and gorging themselves while we are still waiting in line for our first scoop. When we do finally get to the table, we find all the best food is gone and the serving plates licked clean. “You arrived too late,” someone says; or, “It’s your own fault. You should have cut in line like the rest of us.” We go home hungry and resentful. When a friend asks us how we liked the banquet—or living in a capitalist society—we answer, “There’s got to be a better way.”
