I’m sitting in Starbucks (yeah, I know, but it’s close to work), absorbed in my editing, and like this middle aged guy comes in and his friend, who’s waiting for him at the table behind my chair says, “Do you know how many quarts are in a gallon? How many ounces?”. Okay, it wasn’t “hello, how are you”, but I guess, in a pinch, it works.
The guy asking the question is probably in his late 30s, but if you weren’t looking, you wouldn’t know it. He’s wearing a suit but sounds like he’d be more comfortable on a surf board. California in the negative sense. Oblivious to the volume of his words in the American sense. Clueless in…well, all senses.
Arrgggh. My biases are showing. Damn. Need to work on that.