SPICY CHICKEN

The only way I can do work while at work is to leave work. I go to a coffee shop down the street and that's where I do my concepting. For some reason, sitting in a cubicle with flourescenty lights all around me and account managers talking about sp.icy ch.icken this spi.cy chi.cken that is too distracting.

So during my morning in Caribou coffee some lady walked in...with her own lawn chair. And a butt pillow was taped to it. She put it down, went to the bathroom and walked back out onto the Chicago streets with her green plastic lawnchair. She had mad frizzy hair and was wearing two serongs. One tucked into the back of her pants and the other wrapped around her head. I'm going to put her in an ad.