last night i took this dizzying confused walk to wickenden, and a there was this well-dressed perhaps 60 year old man on the corner. he looked at me inquisitively as if he needed directions, so i when my brain processed this i turned back. he shook my hand and smiled, but then i told him i was in a rush - i was in no state to deal with him. what did he want? in other news, the coffee exchange chai is unsweetened.