FLOSSED HIS MIND ...?

                             

Suspicions ran high at 7th and Montana yesterday as an Anonymous Bumpkin made the scene, intent on loitering in front of Our Favorite Starbucks.  He stood by a table near me for about ten minutes, nearly motionless, clinging to a file folder he kept by his side.  He didn't go into Starbucks.  He wasn't waiting for a ride.  He just stood there, gazing at the Montana West Hair Salon across the street.  "Perhaps he's looking for a job," I thought, "Something he can really sink his teeth into."  My suspicions were confirmed when, without warning, he reached into his file folder, pulled out some Dental Floss and began cleaning his teeth.  Moments later, he disappeared, leaving a trail of floss in his wake ...!