The advantages of being a writer... or don't shoulder surf me, fool.

When some moron tries to shoulder surf you while you have a job app open, hoping to steal some vital data and your identity, you can honestly minimize the window, pop up the window with a story in it, turn to him, and say...."I need someone to die at this point in the story, in a messy, painful way. What's your name?"
The look of shock is rivaled by the laughs from the coffee house staff, who try to warn folks about him.

So, the dude beat a retreat, the staff went back to work, but I still want his name. Such as him deserves what this poor bit-character is about to suffer.