Plan "B"

I just finished my 1/2 mile (or so) walk from the cottage to the local Borders bookstore. Here's what I saw. The teenage boys who regularly use the covered parking lot of the chiropractic office as their own personal skate park were all there. They usually hang around until midnight with no fear of cops. A car, traveling northbound, laid on the horn to alert/annoy the parked car about to pull out onto the road. Instead of pausing though, the parked car reversed out and stopped in the middle of the road. More horn blowing. I got to the corner and three women were discussing the dinner they all shared (with others no doubt) and the money collected was $32 short of the bill total. They were wondering if tip was included in the bill when I got out of earshot, so I'm guessing they had a party of 8 or more.

I got to Borders and saw the regular meeting of the 7 women who bash relationships seated at the cafe. I got my coffee and sat down. The man accross from me has riped through the black plastic cover and is reading Penthouse. Finally, the otherwise plain looking woman directly in front of me in the black business dress cut above the knee is playing with her calf high stiletto boots as her and her three associates all talk about how they're going to sell their retinal scanning product to Visa.

O.K. back to work.