 Over there at that table, the coming 11th of February, there was a woman trying to break a lump of sugar in a cup of coffee. She couldn't do it, and I broke it for her, and she said, my husband is mean. And I said, all right, come and live with me. Well, he said, I get tired of them all after a year, and the year is about up. So he said, I bundled up all of her clothes this morning, and I left them with the concierge. She left a note. Here's the note. You're a puppy.