Chicago

One of the 87 Starbucks in Chicago -
where BARNEY (24) and BETTY (28), 

our two ARG junkies, dressed in bohemian black, 
are seated side by side, sipping black coffee, and 

pounding away at their computers.


Betty tilts her head and looks down at the
pink card on the seat between them,
"Why isn’t this working?  We have ten

rows of the exact same set of ten numbers." 

Barney’s all hyped up on caffeine, "And those 

numbers are completely useless because they 

don’t add up, divide up -- We can convert them

to anything and I completely hate this already!"

Big breath.

Barney calms himself down, "So,  we found a pink 

card on a telephone pole with a few numbers 

scribbled on the back.  It is just a pink card.  

It could be for an art exhibit or a band or 

something."

Betty doesn't look up from the card.

And Barney continues, "Sometimes a pink card is just 

a pink card.  It is just a pipe. C'est juste une pipe." 

Barney looks over at Betty.  She continues to stare 

down at the pink card.  He sighs, "Don't lose your

mind.  It is nothing."

Betty turns the pink card over again and again.

Barney slides back and away from his computer.  He 
sips his coffee, "Translation would be I’m not playing.
Officially O.O.G."

Betty ignores his antics and continues to study the 
little pink card. 

Barney closes his eyes, "You know Starbucks wants
this music to drive us crazy so that we will just buy the
coffee and get out of their frakkin' store.  Am I right?"

 
Betty continues to stare at the flyer. 

Barney continues to obsess.. "I’m right. Right? I am right."

Betty leans over, kisses Barney and then smiles,
"This is not a pipe."