I’m sitting in the window of a Starbucks, with my laptop. My palm pilot is plugged into it to charge. Then I had had to make a phone call, so I pulled out my cell phone. A group of elderly ladies was walking past and one of them stopped, pointed. At first I thought she was pointing at Starbucks, but then she grabbed her friend’s arm and turned her to the window. They were looking at me. I guess I looked like a corporate weasel or something.
Of course, they can’t tell that I’m trying to find rattan for a monkey’s ribcage.
Corporate weasel! *hee*