Love this coffee shop, called Picassos. Strange people, great music from a satellite radio station, and chest hair-inducing coffee.
I like Washington Perk next to The Whig, but usually it's just a trip over there to grab the coffee and straight back to the office.
In the corner is a woman (wearing the same clothes as yesterday) and man, older, talking about life moving slowly. In the other corner are two students working on a project. One of them just jumped up and said "I GOT IT" and there was great rejoicing.
Next to me is a young professional, salesman probably, pounding a laptop computer keyboard. Maybe he's in the financial business because he keeps dropping his head.
Another guy just showed up and he's, GASP, reading a newspaper. A newspaper? What are those? He's a younger guy, too. Doesn't he know he is supposed to be hooked up and online to read newspapers?
Oh yeah. Newspapers .....