ROCKIN' ROBIN ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

It was Many Happy Returns at 7th and Montana this morning as Neighbor Robin made the scene after a ten-day hiatus. "Where have you been?," I asked, "We've missed you!" "I gave up coffee for ten days," she explained, "But I missed the taste." One thing's for sure, she didn't miss the sight of my Spycam pointing in her direction. She tried her best to distract me. "Look, there goes Renee Zellweger," she said, pointing towards the door. It didn't work. "You're much more newsworthy than Renee, today," I said, smiling. Nothing against Renee -- she's a beautiful, friendly addition to the crowd -- but an entire posse of Paparazzi follow her every move. On Monday alone, no less than twelve photos of her made the wire, all featuring Bob, Joyce and Baby Ben in the background. But when it comes to the fact that Robin's back, I knew I had an exclusive. Who knows, maybe one of these days I'll get a photo of Robin's front, too ...!

ONE OF THOSE DAYS ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Ever have one of those days where nothing seems to turn out quite right? If this morning was any indication, the crew at 7th and Montana seemed to be having one today. The fun began at around 7:30 when an Attractive Brunette threw a polite hissyfit. "I specifically asked for lowfat milk," she said, "This is nonfat. If I wanted nonfat, I would have asked for nonfat. When I order lowfat, I expect to get lowfat ..." She went on and on, not that she needed to. Any Starbucks will replace your drink for free if it isn't right. Barista Nada made her a new drink, this time with lowfat milk, and called out the next order. An Attractive Blond Regular (pictured above) picked it up, looked at it suspiciously and said, "This isn't right. I asked for nonfat milk and you gave me lowfat. Can you make it, again?" Maybe they should just start giving everyone decaff ...!

FINGER LICKIN GOOD ... AT WILSHIRE AND WESTWOOD!

Calling all cars ... calling all Cars: Be on the lookout for a black Infinity QX4, California License Plate 4GSR888. The suspect was last seen blocking traffic at Wilshire and Westwood during rush hour this morning. Actually, the driver -- a well-manicured woman who looked like she was in her mid 30s -- stopped traffic when she tried to take a left, despite the fact that there was "no left turn" from her lane. I had the misfortune to be right behind her, watching helplessly as cars backed up behind me. Some of them beeped, others were able to weave around her. I beeped once, quickly, to alert her that she was holding-up traffic. She ignored us all. After several minutes, I whipped out my Spycam and took a picture of her car. She saw me, and gave me the finger just as a police officer drove by. At least there was no need to 'finger the perp.' She fingered me ...!

MOVING INSIDE ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Wonders never ceased at 7th and Montana yesterday as -- faced with a rare, steady drizzle -- the man known as the Zombie for sitting in one place for hours on end in front of Our Favorite Starbucks moved inside. "It's a sign!," said one insider. "Yes," I agreed, "It means there'll be one less table available inside until it stops raining ...!"

CHAIRMAN OF THE BORED ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Tongues were wagging at 7th and Montana this morning as an Anonymous Newcomer known as "the Chairman" made the scene, intent on showing everyone who's in charge. He walked right up to my table, grabbed a chair without saying a word and brought it to his own table ... where he promptly used it to prop up his feet. "Sure, go ahead, no problem!," said Joyce, dryly, as he walked away without bothering to ask whether the seat was taken or not. The incident left some of us scratching our heads. Then, again, as one observer noted, perhaps he just needed a stool sample ...!

MR. OINK ... AT 7TH AND MONTANA!

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet "Mr. Oink," an Anonymous Newcomer who made the scene at 7th and Montana yesterday intent on treating Our Favorite Starbucks like his own personal pig sty. The fun began at the counter, when he held up the line by slowly, painstakingly deliberating over his pastry order. "Should I go for the crumb cake, a muffin or a scone?," he asked. He finally settled on all three. He brought them to a nearby table and made a colossal mess devouring each one. It was like watching the Cookie Monster in slow motion. Each time he finished a pastry, he would push a large pile of leftover crumbs from his table to the floor with a sweep of his hands ... and each time, a Barista would sweep the mess away with a broom. "Looks like we have a clean-up on aisle ten," snorted one passerby. As for me, I just think the whole thing was crumby ...!

DINNER IS SERVED ... AT OLYMPIC AND FIGUEROA

It was like a taste of 7th and Montana in downtown L.A. yesterday as, between meetings, I took another walk up Figueroa Street with my colleague from China. "You'd better duck your head or cross the street," she warned as we passed Riordan's Tavern, the site where -- purely for "revenge" yesterday -- I told the bar tender to save space for a large group of Europeans who never arrived. "Nonsense," I said, "No need to duck my head ... I'll hold it up proudly!" "It's up to you," she said, "I'm just afraid someone will run out of there shaking a fist at you." As it turned out, the fist-shaking came a block later. An Urban Loon at the corner of Olympic and Figueroa started screaming at us and shaking both fists. He would have been more intimidating if he didn't sound like Minnie Mouse. "The Holy Spirit is having dinner with you tonight!," he screamed. "I'm fine with that, as long as He pays the bill," I mumbled to my colleague. "He'll be feasting on your entrails!," the Loon continued. We picked-up our pace. I guess that's life in the City of Angels: Every now and then you come across a Holy Spirit and all that ent(r)ails ...!