Also, what I have decided to believe was a father & teen daughter. Yes, I'm sure that was it.

People In the Scotts Valley, CA, Starbucks between 6:30 and 7:30 a.m. on Sunday, Nov. 1

--Four ladies on their way to church. One had a pair of absolutely killer fireapple-red patent heels on, but I know Church People and their flowerdy-dress Church Outfits, and these ones were heading churchward, F-me shoes notwithstanding.

--Two separate late-40s parent + young teenage son combos. Parents looked rumpled but pleased to be hanging with the sons; sons looked cheerful. It was weird.

--Gaggle of hungover hipsters. Why they bothered to get up that early, I could not tell you.

--20-ish soccer hottie, his petite Asian girlfriend, and her seriously old-school mom. I guess the ladies were planning on a fun 90 minutes on the sidelines. At 7:00 a.m. on a Sunday. Ugh.

--Late-30s dad with 4-year-old girl, wobbly toddler boy. Gave me the old “So you got the early shift today, too, huh?” look of pained but rueful resignation.

--Adulterers, who arrived in a Porsche. Fiftyish guy, thirtyish blonde. Waiting for their order, they browsed the mugs n’ whatnot. She picks one up and says, “These are like the ones your wife has.” He confirms.

--At least half a dozen trim mid-30s/early40s women dressed as if they were on their way to or from one of those “Awake and Refresh!” type bullshit yoga classes, where they will see other women just like them who will recognize the fact that they paid probably $350 for the outfit they’re about to lie around on mats in.