Looking for Ideas in a Smoking Club
The following day, Steve heads out for another chance to observe the wealthy and learn from them. He finds his way to a smoking club - a very posh and fancy smoking club. A beautiful wooden bar serves drinks and lovely tables dot the room. Among the tables, sit ten men, all clearly men of wealth, drinking and smoking big cigars.
Steve moves about the room, trying to listen in on what the men are saying, but the cigar smoke makes him sick. Finally, he rushes over to the bar, bends over it, and vomits. The bartender does not look happy. Steve is pushed towards the exit. The double doors open to the wide and nicely tended sidewalk outside the club where Steve is thrown out on the sidewalk.
He picks up his notebook, gets up, and walks off. Dazed, confused and looking like yesterday’s trash Steve shuffles along to a nice little park with paths, picnic tables, and a playground area. Parents and their kids move about the area, having fun. Steve walks along lost in thought. Steve begins to mumble. “Huh, an idea, an idea; where can I find a good idea?”