The chubby woman out for her daily constitutional on her bike pulls up outside the tavern. She is very shy with strangers, but, looking through the window, she sees many old friends -- just what she needs. Softly crooning "In the glass I saw a strange reflection; was that lonely woman really me?", she pushes through the well-weathered door into a cozy, warm, and comforting room, lit by the mellow glow from the fireplace. Double tall latte, please - no sugar. She starts to collect hugs from everyone present.