The queue today on Winter Street was a weird mix of folks that I would be loath to try to fit into a single demographic. They looked as though they could just as easily been waiting for an ESL class, and illicit Wednesday morning bingo game, an appearance of Bennifer Loffleck, or some weird amalgam of the three.
’Course, I’m brilliant because while all of this was going on in my head, I didn’t think to ask any of them why they were there.