Yesterday, I walked by a Starbucks, happened to look in, and saw a man seated there with a book, a cellphone on the table, and a ten-pack of Almond Joys, which seemed to be about halfway eaten. There seems to be something really honest about going out in a public place like that with a ten pack of Almond Joys. Like you don’t mind gorging yourself in public. In fact, I stretched out this whole scenario in my head to be that this is some sort of Friday afternoon ritual for this guy. Maybe it’s the only time of absolute peace and quiet that he gets all week, away from his job and from his wife and kids. Just him, and a comfortable chair, a good book, and a ten-pack of Almond Joys.