Apropos of nothing
My susceptibility to marketing is most clearly exemplified by the soap I purchase: Green Tea and Cucumber. Yes, I like cucumbers (on salad or in tzatziki) and green tea (preferably warm), but under no circumstances would I apply them topically, simultaneously or otherwise.
Tea is becoming a health fad, and I hate to admit that my predilection for steeped Camellia sinensis leaf did not precede this fad by an appreciable amount of time. It’s hard to stay ahead of trends when you’re isolated from normal society for weeks at a time. Which brings me to being in a Starbucks in Atlantic Beach, Florida. A blond girl in her twenties is trying to pronounce prestidigitation while her greying male companion conspicuously hits on her. She is from New York; her elocution is rapid but clear, and loud enough to be heard across the coffee shop but not so loud as to annoy, just to distract.
In any case, eavesdropping is my Starbucks pastime. Caitie and I recently amused ourselves with appraisals of various customers’ employment status and if they were sleeping (or in repose, as Alex says in Everything Is Illuminated). And if you read this, Caitie, I’m still waiting for that Easter basket.



