I never write about Starbucks, mostly because I just don’t go.
But last week I was out getting a pedi with a friend and after she said we should just go to the drive through. So we pull up to a Starbucks and immediately I realized there was no drive-through. I was so into the conversation I didn’t realize we were going to THAT one.
Why this is important….let me set the scene for you. It’s winter, my hair is ratty in a top-knot on my head, I have on a gray hoodie, and Jamaican-flag leggings with brown flip flops. I was a tad bit….extra looking.
So I said f-it. I walked in and at that moment I knew how it felt to be wearing a scarlet letter. Everybody turned to look at me and all of their faces changed…it looked like someone put a small dab of shit on each of their tongues at the same time.
This was a good lesson to dress like someone’s going to see me.