Higher-caste workers just sat in their trucks and ate pizza.

An analysis of bones showed that the workers apparently ate well.

The workers ate something quickly, sometimes in secret, between a job and the other.

Should they, or shouldn't they, interrupt the great ones visit at all by letting mere workers eat?

There workers could eat, drink and enjoy culture at low rates.

If the worker didn't eat, he or she could possibly afford a 15-year-old Chevrolet.

Yet the workers who tend the machine and keep open its food supplies must also eat.

The workers ate them three times a day, so I figured they must be good.

The workers eat almost nothing but dead wood.

The workers and Lagi and his family all ate the same thing.