The weather has changed, so there are no T-shirts visible any more. I have switched from chests to conversations.

A woman, on the street, to her companion, “I told my case manager. I fired her!”

Four well groomed young office workers, one of them kneeling to tie his shoe. Another one, standing and watching him, wearing a camel hair topcoat, says, “What the fuck are you doing, man? Make the bunny ears with the loops.”