That's a gamble with real bad odds, trying to people watch in this joint. Prospitian goodie-two-shoes lack spice in their lives. No shootouts, no gossiping in dark corners, no chin music ringing in the streets... All they ever say to each other is how was your day and what wonderful weather we're having! Drives you crazy.
As if this floating cheese ball of a moon's had anything but clear, dark skies since the sorry day it was made.