I woke up this morning from a very strange dream.
I was in Richmond, Virginia, and had just gone into a Starbucks, where I was appalled that the barista was smoking. So I walked outside, pulled out my iPhone, and called 800-STARBUC to complain; they told me that there were 23 Starbucks where smoking was OK. I started yelling at the person on the phone, and that’s when I woke up, still yelling.
Somehow, Diane managed to sleep through this.
But I skipped my usual trip to Starbucks this morning anyway.