I apparently look like me

After dinner earlier this week, I stopped at the Starbucks in the Universal City Walk at Universal Studios in Universal City, CA, right near LA.

I ordered my Triple Tall 2% Valencia Latte. The barrista said, "Oh, you're going to make this complicated for me?" and smiled. I smiled back and said, "Well, of course. I'm from Seattle." She rang me up and I handed here my Costco Amex. She looked at me and said, "You're one of those airport orderers." I admitted I was. "I practically live in airports." She said, "I can always tell."

So the barrista made me for a road warrior in 20 seconds. What was it? Is my frequent flyer number tatooed on my forehead? Do I smell like cramped seats? Was it the way I gave the in store safety lecture?

Or was it because at 10:00 PM in a major tourist destination overrun with teenagers, little kids, and couples trying not to fight, I was by myself? Could it be that everyone was wearing shorts, jeans, summer outfits, and general skimpy CA clothing while I was wearing a collared shirt and black pants that screamed business casual?

Or could it be that...nah, forget it. There's no way this discussion could end well.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Did you still have your neck pillow around your neck?

Dead give-away....