Monkeyshines and I went to score some free grub. Monkeyshines didn't want to get a bagel for herself. It was a whole big scene.

We went back to the elevator and were joined by the combover family. It was cramped. The little combover girl was wearing a shiny purple coat and she reached into her pockets sometimes and when she did she would produce a little coffee creamer thing. You know, one of the little buckets with a paper lid that you peel off to reveal half and half inside.

"Just one more," said the girl's mother who sported a combover. The combover girl removed the paper carefully and then poured the half and half down her gullet. Her mother dutifully took her empty and put it in her purse. I noticed four or five other empties already in residence in the combover mother's purse.

The little girl soon had another coffee creamer opened and was about to suck it down when the combover father said, "oh, for chrissakes!" This startled the little combover girl but she still swallowed the creamy goodness anyway. Again the mother with the combover took the empty and put it in her purse.

When she had finished her third in the elevator, the doors opened on the combover family's floor and Mom, Dad, and Sister Combover left. The law school aged son with the combover sighed heavily and followed lagging a couple of yards behind.

Posted at 9:40 a.m.

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