I head to Starbucks. Don’t judge me. They have an amazing pumpkin spice latte. It’s like drinking Fall with a cup full of sugar. Perfection.
I stand bleary eyed behind a huge line of people. Yes it’s noon, but I just woke up and rolled out of bed. I contemplated putting underwear on, but decided it was too much work to take my pants off and I walked straight to Starbucks instead.
There are three young women in their twenties ahead of me. A fourth walks up to join them. One of the three looks the fourth up and down and says,
“Is that what you’re wearing?”
The woman tries to look at herself. She’s wearing a t-shirt and shorts. She answers,
“You can’t wear that. We’re going to Boston today.”
“What are you going to do? You can’t wear that.”
I’m waiting for the woman to speak up and declare that she can wear whatever she wants. She does not. I check out the three women in line. Their outfits are fine, but nothing special, even if they are wearing underwear. The head bitch of the pack yells at her friend again,
“You have to go home and change.”
The woman stands and stares back at her, drops her head and walks toward the door. The queen bee declares to the two remaining women,
“It doesn’t even look like she showered today. It’s already noon, what’s she been doing?”
Her friend replies,
“I think we need to resolve to be nice for the rest of the day.”