I just walked over to the 2nd Street Coffee Shop to buy a decaf latte because it’s ten in the morning and because I’m off caffeine.

I saw Rudy there, and he told me I looked good (I said, “Aw, thanks!”) and we talked about how stupid it is that there’s no manual way of rolling up an electric car window when its motor fails.

The most interesting thing about this exchange was not that we were in a coffee shop, nor that we were discussing the irritation of failed electrics, but that Rudy had a three-inch high scab on his forehead in the shape of an X.

Wow, that’s so Rudy.