Street dad in soiled winter parka. Old-perv voice, expressing his best friendliness toward the attractive Asian barista. "If Allison was older, she'd might have voted for Trump. Oh Allison, Allison: how could you do that? Isn't that right, Allison. One hundred, two hundred, three hundred: that's Allison for you. Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh."

Gray-white grandma in hoodie, customizing her order. Each detail, from temperature to blend to type of cup to the direction to stir. "Can I get it..." Detail after detail. Yes, she can.

Outside a contractor sits in his truck with his ladder secured to the roof. Homeless peek through windows. Office workers on break wander in and out. Rain sounds like frying bacon.