At one of my favorite hang out spots in the city. Homey's, not to be confused with 'homies' -- ah, early 90's slang never gets old (sike).
I have my stern face on, not b/c I'm deep in thought as I'm typing away, but b/c I have a piece of bacon stuck in my teeth and my tongue is working overtime to wiggle it free. Yes, the bathroom is over yonder, but I feel not compelled to move.
Its a Monday afternoon and I'm surprised to see the number of patrons in the shop -- does no one work anymore? To each their own.
In continuance with 90's nostalgia, good ol Norah Jones is once again my companion as I research articles on packaging and how it affects consumer purchase intention. Fun stuff~
Come on Norah, work your magic.
