Two days in a row, breakfast at Fran’s Cafe, an old haunt from when I lived in the ‘hood. The place for the fair was right around the corner from there. Then, last night at dinner, my Virgo fishing buddy looks over to me as the waitress made her rounds, taking drink orders. “37 seconds. No, look I timed it. It took you 37 seconds to ask her her birthday. Is that a new record?” [Aries]