Saturday coffee scene

Only in Lexington, MA, at Peet's on Mass Ave on a dimming Saturday afternoon

Can I get annoyed by a college girl in leggings and clunky boots (Brandeis?  Bentley?  Can college kids really afford to live in Lexington?) bragging to a friend about how she rocked her audition for The Vagina Monologues at a volume level more appropriate for the stage

And when I wrench around with purpose to glare her into a more appropriate conversational tone for a public space, instead light upon the table between her and I,

Where sits a man of about 88, in trench coat and scally cap and thick glasses,  coffee cup and Science Magazine on the table before him, head slightly bowed as he balances on his cane, either dozing despite the vaginal racket or completely unfazed.

Both possible scenarios are impressive.