A snowy morning in South Orange, our only truly snowy morning so far this year. I went to Starbucks for a hot chocolate.
Two baristas, one male, one female, both in college, exact ages unclear — though I am tempted to call the male a boy and the female a woman, more from manner than appearance. A steady trickle of customers, but no line, so they discussed the weather and their plans for the day.
Boy barista: I just want to go home and crawl back into bed.
Woman barista: I have so much I have to get done at home, but, even if I could go home, I can’t do any of it because of this weather.
Boy barista: I feel like you always have a lot of things to do.
Woman barista: … ?
Me: … ?