Are you still feeding the squirrels with that tiny spoon?

On a Sunday around 3pm you sat on a bench in Łazienki Park with a small paper bag and a very small spoon, feeding the squirrels one hazelnut at a time, like a restaurant. The squirrels were queueing. There was order. I was walking past with a cold coffee and I realised I had been in a worse queue that morning. You looked up and nodded like we were colleagues. I counted nine squirrels. One of them was clearly the manager. I have been back every Sunday. You have not. The squirrels have not forgiven me.