Lets see how this whole tasking thing works. I suppose I have to start somewhere.

30 minutes, eh? Let's see, it's 1:38 right now.

There's a girl with green wellies checking out the pastries, hands clasped behind her back. She left before I finished typing this. A little girl wearing a pink windbreaker does her homework on a bench 5 feet from me with her mother, who is talking to an older woman wearing an interesting beret behind me. It looks like her homework involves crayons and a small book of some kind. "We exchange playdates, which is what we do - it's last minute". The little girl's name is Annabel, apparently - whoops, she dropped her crayon through the slats in the bench and crawled under it, trying to locate it. She found something else as well. She asks the woman behind me if she knows if there is a trash can. After a couple of seconds she finds the can.

The pastery line has cleared now. The owner is serving the last customer - having some difficulty finding change, transferring some from the other register. The customer lady bought a sliced loaf of bread in a plastic bag.

Homework girl is off to the dollar store with her parents, stopping for one last time in front of the sweets display to say goodbye.

A mother and daughter take the table next to me, behind the pane of glass. The daughter - about 6, is carrying a small stuffed dog animal. Her mom bought her one of those smoothie juce drinks and mom has a crossoiant. They shift chairs a few times, I think my observation is creeping them out. They end up sitting behind me where the old lady with the beret previously was.

Things are slowing down a bit now. The cashier is shuffling money between the drawers, and her helper is taking out the trash and ensuring the coffee and condiments are in order. I've nearly finished my pasteries now and am about to move on to the coffee - yum. I'm not sure why I don't like having the coffee before the pasteries - an old man set in my ways I suppose. The light in here belies the fact that it's still raining outside, a little bit of gloom seeps in through the skylight. The lighting almost looks florescent, but it's really the diffuse lighting bouncing around through the white fluffy atmosphere.

I try ot read the cashier's name tag. It has three letters - for some reason, I think its 'may', but I can't actually see it from here. The cashier's helper is cute, and always flirts with me when I stop in. She does this cute little bow whenever I hand her my debit card to pay. She accepts it with both hands.

I try to snap a few shots, but don't get anything good - bah. Distracting anyways.

A girl with red and black striped leggings is browsing through the candy store across the way with a boy she is holding hands with. They don't buy anything and stroll off towards the overpass.

Lots of smiles here at the bakery, through the glass. Everyone likes pasteries and sugar, it seems. Life as a diabetic must really suck.

The lining of the coat the guy in the seat next to me has looks a lot like the exterior of my coat. Is my coat inside out?

Hah! Got a picture of the cute gal that might be ok enough to submit for proof. Triple woot with a side of woot salad!

"Wow" a passing woman with a yellow labrador pin says as her husband steers her away from the pastery counter.

Ahh, it's quiet again. There are so many cracks in the flooring here, it looks like white asphalt. The Ikenobo ikebana society of america directly across from me has a rather interesting flower arranging display and competition going on. I'm not really sure what ikenobo means.

Small pink and green stacks of confections adorn the walls of nippon-ya, which is currrently empty.

Got a few more proofy snaps. Something is going to have to save the lack of style with this writing. The gal behind the counter is chatting with an older man reading USA today. I can't hear what either of them are saying, but he uses a lot of body language, and waves his eyeglasses around wildly, occasionally putting them back on, presumably so he can take them off again for effect. He flips to the sports page, and picks up his almond covered pastery.

And the rush is back again! The cycle continues. The folks behind the counter spring to action once again, putting aside their lull time duties.

A couple with matching glasses and backpacks passes me, of the hipster variety. The gal is cute.

A man at the Omodaka sorts through a dispay of on sale t-shirts, presumably trying to find the whitest one. He steps inside to ask for assistance.

The floor clears.

A man sits behind a desk, which is behind a sign that says 'open', behind a glass door. He's working on paperwork of some kind. Stacks of files in front of him, and he seems to go through an endless number of post-it notes. Is he filing stuff relating to flower arranging? I never knew it was so complicaed.

The matching glasses duo passes again, the guy catches me checking out the girl he's with. I look away, embarassed.

And the flood begins again. It's actually amazing how few tourists I see here. Plenty of folks with cameras, but that's just san francisco and japan town for you. Time is up, less than a minute to go. The security cam across the way keeps staring down at the floor, and keeping a watchful eye over andresen bakery and cafe. I'm half way through the coffee now - it is always good here.

*ding*