This eve, I’m at Harbucks trying to get some readin’-n-writin’ done for work. A few minutes ago, a retired couple sat down in the squishy chairs next to my table. Man oh man, does this guy ever look like George Costanza’s dad- really! They could be twins! I wish I had a cell phone camera (or even a cell phone! haha). The wife looks a little less like George’s mom but is wearing the glasses and pantsuit.

Every once in awhile, the door to the cafe will open, swirl up the air, and send the thick cloying scent of her perfume my way. Kind of like roses but more in a Glade air-freshner sort of way. mmmmm… :P I think I’m having South Florida flashbacks… ;)

oh the smell of it! :P