  The observers become the observed... The Gadget Porn store is suffering the January Retail doldrums. We polish silver, they play with remote control cars. It's all men over there now, ever since Tank Top Girl quit clear back in October.
Tall Byronic Guy came over last night. Came over probably to talk to Kate. I see him wandering around a lot on slow evenings. Hawaiian Manager has his lady friends down at the baseball card store, TBG likes us and the girls down at our silver jewelry competetor store. He thinks we like him. He's better than Junior Perv, but through guilt by association they're all suspect over there.
He was nice enough, but as Kate and I were standing at the counter and he was talking to Kate about how boring it was over there, he pointed and we saw that Jedi Jerk and, to my chagrin and dismay, Replacement Guy were observing us through the night-vision binoculars. I had such high hopes for Replacement Guy. He wears designer frame glasses and looks like a grown-up Wesley Crusher and I've never seen him on the smokers' bench. I thought he might be quality. Maybe he was just led astray in a moment of weakened boredness by the Jedi Jerk.
Kate told TBG to go tell them to knock it off. "Who knows how high-powered those things are? " she said to me. "They can probably see inside our pores and stuff. " I still am not quite comfortable enough with Kate to have voiced aloud my suspicion that skin tone wasn't what they were probably making note of. 
