2.17.2007
young and younger
Finally got the car out today, which meant we also got to restock our freezer with Trader Joe's whole-wheat blueberry toaster waffles. Awesome. And once again I cringed at the clientele at the West End TJ's: 20-something singles who look to be "play shopping," bopping around with just a few cute little bottles and packages in their hand baskets. But the scene at the R Street Starbucks was worse: Seems that the model UN conference at the Marriott had just gone on break, so a huge pack of ugg-booted, mini-skirted resume-stuffers had descended. The orders were flying: Tall vanilla-caramel hot chocolate! Vente cinnamon dolce latte! Make that two!
Which is why, when my tall americano was announced by the cashier, the barista blurted out "Americano? That one's got to be for a grown-up, right?"
Yes, Mr. Barista, I suppose that's what I am.
Which is why, when my tall americano was announced by the cashier, the barista blurted out "Americano? That one's got to be for a grown-up, right?"
Yes, Mr. Barista, I suppose that's what I am.
