So: I was walking back from the street scene outside the Obama fundraiser for Patty Murray at the Westin. 

Near the Dahlia Lounge, I received a “Hey” from a parked Jaguar.

From within the luxury car, a mature woman with flashy mall-teen fake fingernails smiled and started to chat me up with the typical small talk stuff.

Then she quickly segued the conversation. She asked if she could come back to my place, or at least join her in the car.

I hemmed and hawed my way out of the conversation, without the topic of money ever emerging.

What this might mean: On an 80 degree day in Seattle, even the instigators of “street” commerce prefer to stay out of the sun.