I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but since I moved to Los Angeles I've been a frequent customer at Psychobabble in Los Feliz. The barista is friendly enough to me, and through a couple years of accidental lies, he thinks I am a world-class writer with a home in New York City.
Today I discovered that they keep The Onion under all the utensils. I pulled one out and chuckled at it while my barista friend made my large, non-fat iced chai. Then he saw what I was reading and scowled at me. "Do you like that stuff?"
He said stuff. I tried to be non-committal, since this guy can be pretty mean. "Well, it's hit or miss."
"It's terrible."
"Oh."
"You really like it? You think it's good?"
"Yeah, I mean. I guess so."
"Wow. I guess I never heard a professional talk about it. Maybe I'll give it a second try."
Wait'll he hears what I have to say about Arby's.
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