There's this lady sitting next to me at Portfolio's that is sitting at a large table, taking up the whole thing and talking loudly to herself, having a one-sided coversation. Her cell phone is closed and on the table, but her hair is so big that I can't see if there is a Bluetooth headset on. She's either tech-savvy or bat-shit crazy.
At the table next to her is a large family(?), a man and a woman and five kids all eating muffins and pastries (one of them looked up at his mom and whined, "Where's my scoooooonnnnneeee?"). The oldest of the kids, a girl about 6 or 7, has been staring wide-eyed at the possibly KooKooRoo, possibly BluBluToo woman talking about moving in with a psychopath and why "you shouldn't trust your brother."
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