Lastly:
The best exchange last night happened when I was talking to Johann and Ravenna outside of Derby Salon. A gal comes rushing out and grabs the first woman near the door and asks:
"Are you the kind of person who carries stamps in her purse?"
"Yes, I am!" cries the grabee, and the two scurry inside, ostensibly to mail something in a hurry at 9pm on a Thursday night.
