First the news: I stopped in at the Vista Starbucks this morning and did not buy any coffee.
I just wanted to see if they had any pound bags of Christmas blend beans left, which they did not.
Anyway, as I was turning into Lincoln from Gervais, I had to wait for a pedestrian couple to cross Lincoln in front of me, and I found myself staring at the man, who was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. This wasn’t some stupid kid showing off how the elements didn’t bother him; it was a middle-aged guy. Yes, he was well over six feet tall and probably weighed around 300 lbs., but still — even at that size, doesn’t a body give off too much heat to walk around thus unprotected when it’s 42 degrees out?
Then inside, waiting in the queue to ask about the Christmas blend, a skinny young guy in front of me ordered iced coffee.
I’m telling myself that the man is one of those guys who inexplicably always wears shorts and T-shirts (and what’s that about — this fashion of grown men dressing like little boys?), and has nothing else in his closet, which serves him well much of the year in SC. And the kid, being an American, always drinks iced drinks, and it never occurs to him to order anything else.
Because the idea that these were conscious decisions is just too absurd…