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Today at Busters coffee shop with my laptop I shoulda been working, but I couldn't because I had nothing to say and there were two women at the table next to me with the most extraordinary heads of hair...thick, unkempt rasta ringlets in 100 perfect gradations of blonde.  I kept wondering who I would be if I had hair like theirs.  There was also a man eating ice cream, circulating among the tables yelling, "Hello!"  then "What do you do?"  Something about his delivery and his insistence made him sound like a German tourist, yelling from a German-English book.  "Hello! What do you do?"  Everyone he asked answered him. 

     "I'm a student."

     "I make sandwiches."

     "I'm a teacher."

     To which he replied, "Where do you teach?"

     "Franklin High."

     "Is it a big school?"

     "Yes, one of the bigggest in Los Angeles."

     "How many floors?"

     "Uh, five."

     "How do you travel between floors?"

     "Stairs."

     "What about the handicapped students?"

     "Oh.  They have an elevator."

     "Is there a window in the elevator?"

     "Um, I think so."

     "Haven't you used the elevator?"

     "No.  You need a key to use it and I don't have the key."

     "Who gets keys?"

     "I guess people who need the elevator.  Um, people with bad knees, or doctors' notes or handicapped people."

     "Handicapped people have keys."

     The teacher gathered his things and headed out.  "You take care."

Tomorrow I'll try to finish my work at home.  K