April 25, 2017:
Elderly married couple, gray-haired, overweight, sexless. She reads a romance novel and scratches her nose. He grips his empty cup tightly and snores. All afternoon they haven't spoken.
I'm staring, trying to figure out the red-shirted octogenarian in the far corner, bent close to his computer screen. Black-haired mom with black-haired baby girl sees my puzzlement, wonders what's caught my attention, turns to stare herself.
Tubby old git with stubble, turns to wait for his bird-chinned wife. Tubbier, older git with even more stubble tears open a paper bag in exasperation. It's a tubby old git with stubble convention, where realistically I suppose I'm also invited.