The man sits cross-legged, news-paper reading, too old for his skull-and-bones-slip-on-Vans. Sips his latte. Some foam slicks to his beard. I think he must have been a hippie at some point. Now he seems to be taking fashion cues from his fifteen year old son.
Oh yeah. Look at this guy. Cool guy in tie-dye.
Two ladies are frumpy.
The businessman wants a muffin. He needs to iron his shirt.
Lady, nobody believe your hair is that color (or ever was). And take off those Uggs.