I walked into Starbucks and noticed there was quite a line. So I waited for the people to receive there beverages with the leverages of the occasional sleeve before the exited the door and felt the breeze enter he store.
Without the least sense of yearning I glanced at the Wall Street Journal from the front page of which I was learning. And I walked up to the counter and said with a saunter,
“It looks like you all has quite a few customers, yes?”
“Yeah we were quite busy, business lately has been the best.”
“You guys were busier than a bunch of bankers bullying barbarians into buying bank bonds.”
“Happy Hour…it’s happy hour…”