Sean, it's a joke. It's funny to me. I saw two young girls at Boudin last night, and this piece reminded me of them. When they left the eatery, they left all their food on the table and flicked their sweatshirts so that all the crumbs flew off and fell to the ground. They looked around, and like for a moment, they could tell that action probably wasn't responsible. They appeared so spoiled as to be dangerous and looked as if they might be called "Karen."