The Denizens of Daytime (Part 1)
Who exactly is out in the middle of the day? Students? The jobless? The aimless? Service staff? Hospital staff? Midnight tollbooth workers? Noon. The Tea Lounge. Off work; personal day. I sit at the bar. At this hour I have to summon someone to play bartender. Good. I need to be alone, away from inquisitive eyes branding my actions bizarre. Which they are, but my motives are legitimate. Sometimes though, the explanation is more of an endeavor than the operation. I am doing a photo shoot for Fisherman’s Friend lozenges for my advertising portfolio. Fisherman’s Friend are cough drops from North England. They are popular in Scandinavia and Asia, but no so much in the States. They should be. Fisherman’s Friend are the strongest on the shelf. My target audience is smokers. I feel a campaign cast with booze will be a good way to reach them. The line for the first ad: “Other cough drops make good chasers.” Fisherman’s Friend tastes like it works. I line up a salt shaker, Fisherman’s Friend i