Explaining to the new counterperson at the very new Starbucks on our corporate campus what “breve” meant, after repeating my order four times with varying degrees of slowness, so she could map down all the Starbucks-speak.
It was surreal not because she didn’t know, but because I did.
Sometimes I worry that the corporate card and the nice shoes will turn me into a yuppie. All I need now is to actually be making money and driving an SUV.
I’m such a liberal hippie.