And yesterday, as I was sitting in the same area, I saw a woman make doing a crossword puzzle into a spectator sport. First she had to find one, so she noisily rustled through all the sections of the various newspapers until she spotted one. Then she made a big production out of ripping the page out. Next, she started reading each clue. "A seven-letter word for a place to keep ice cream? How'm I gonna know that?" She looked at me incredulously. I shook my head, but for a different reason than she probably figured. She went back to the puzzle, but soon started babbling again. "Hey, how do you spell 'twirl'? It says it's a four-letter word for 'turn.' T-W-I-L? Hmmmmmm . . . Jeez, this is a hard one!" I had to get up and leave so I wouldn't snatch the puzzle away and do it myself.
Hmmmmm. Am I a little cranky? I guess a week of jury duty and too much time in the coffee room will do that. *twitch*