On my way back from lunch I passed a woman with two little girls dressed in holiday coats. They were walking down the sidewalk in front of Macy's, and the little girls were singing "Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love ya tomorrow!" at the top of their lungs while the mom smiled sheepishly at the other pedestrians, a few of whom smiled sympathetically but most of whom just ignored them. Instead of going back to my office, I wanted to ask if I could hang out with them for the rest of the afternoon.

Psychic healing doesn't pay very well, alas.