"About five minutes later, the stereotypical uptight businesswoman -- crisp designer skirt suit, high heels with the red on the bottom, hair pulled back so tight it had to have hurt -- came in and got seated at a nearby table. She ordered a coffee and a water, politely, but in that aloof Sex in the City tone, and a quiche. She then proceeded to pull from her gigantic (probably designer) purse an iPad, iPhone, a Blackberry, and several legal pads, and spread them across the table like it was her personal office. This looked absurd, because, again, it was a tourist joint on the Wharf at 8am, but whatever.
"We got our food and dug in. At some point, business lady must have gotten her coffee and water, because about 10 minutes later, our server came out with the lady’s quiche in one hand and a pitcher of water in the other. You can probably see where this is going… a slight miscalculation of balance as she tried to figure out where to put anything on this makeshift ‘desk,’ and the pitcher of water and the plate ended up crashing onto the table, all over Ms. Businesswoman’s electronics, papers, and skirt.