Here I am sitting at the Starbucks. The inspectors have been sent by headquarters to obsess on displays.
They have the self-assured poise of them that know they are in control.
They are the totally irrational types who manifest displays of nonstop talk in an attempt at sequential rationality.
Or should I say Irrationality? It is an effort to self-display their normality. Their rationality or their normality.
Ah, but we are all normal my inspector friends, and we always were. We always were.
Nothing they do makes any sense but this Starbucks shall survive another day.
[yr. author has just realized that irrational blog posts are harder to write than rational ones. let's not try too hard to figure this out, though, OK?]