In the middle of sewing class this morning I started fantasizing about the perfect bear claw. Yes I was ready to eat one right now. Towards the end of class I talked about perfect bear claws even though it had nothing to do with sewing.

I ate a bear claw soon afterwards and it wasn't perfect but it was close enough. One other sewing student showed up at the bakery, having been seduced by my quest for the perfect bear claw at Pavels.

The bakery was busy. One young attractive server was bored and had stashed a picture magazine behind the counter and would take quick moments of reading and turning the pages between taking orders from the hurried customers. I think she thought she was invisible.