i'm in a frontier town where a starbucks just opened...
the gal at the register so sweet and remembers my name--it always takes me aback when the cashier remembers my name.
she looks like katy perry. and then i realize she probably thinks of Katy Perry like i used to think of Madonna-- someone who was singing before i was born.
and then she asked me what i'm up to.
it took me some reflection to realize she probably thinks me of one of her dad's friends or an uncle. i'll take it.
and then she brings the coffee out and sets it on my table.
hah sweet thing, i'm old, but i also don't deserve that. i guess this is what elders feel like when the"Respect for elders" was a thing.
starbucks in a frontier town--i feel like first class.