I feel fussy and there were too many in my office this afternoon, so I took myself out on a break, picking up my dry cleaning and settling in for a bit at a coffee shop I don’t normally frequent.

I must say the people watching is first rate. In addition to a kaleidoscope of working stiffs looking for the afternoon-desperation caffeine (including the cute guy who manages my storage space), there are many ladies of leisure. They are all on the 40ish side and have too much time on their hands to “work on” themselves. In this neighborhood, this means continual cleavage enhancement, blondness, and lots of feather hair extensions.

The fact that I forgot to order soy milk for my beverage is not helping the fussiness, but watching this march of remarkable humankind is distracting, at least.