So I'm at the local organic, free trade, hipster coffeehouse enjoying some coffee, a muffin and the atmosphere. I'm most intrigued by the couple in the booth next to my oversized stuffed chair. Early 20s, both in full running gear but neither have run today. Their hair is perfect. She is rocking the ponytail out of her Reebok ball cap which makes me weak in the knees. They have the Sunday paper scattered all over the booth as they are looking for the best deals on whatever they are shopping for. But that is not enough resource material for them, no, nowhere close. The guy is rocking not one, but two laptops, and the girl is holding court with her iPad and phone. I envy and despise this couple all at the same time. Without them here, the most intriguing couple would be the one at the bar. Her, early 20s, middle Eastern decent, super cute while not beautiful, hipster dress, grey shoes, grey jeans, grey sweater, sipping her coffee in a ridiculously huge mug. Him, late 50s, weather wore guy from years of double shifts at the factory. Vintage Yankees cap to attempt hipness, but his white socks with black walking shoes gives his fashion awareness away. Their conversation is intense as they discuss a variety of subjects. She wants to gain knowledge from the old man. He wants to get in her pants. I bet they both get their wish. I would start Sidney Rice.