I’m in the drive up (the one prior to and around the corner from the window where your order prints out on the screen) at Starbucks, waiting on them to take my order. While I wait, I’m leaning my head out the window, checking out my highlight colors in the sun. My hairdresser did something different and I swear parts of my hair are red.
The speaker comes on, and the young man says, and I quote:
“Hey, girl. Do you want your usual Venti Chai No Water? And, by the way, you’re hair’s looking good today!”
They must have a view camera here. God. I’m glad I wasn’t picking my nose…or worse.