Went to a Starbucks today for the first time since before the bar exam. No doubt the longest length of time I’ve gone without Starbucks since I started law school three years ago. (Yes. I’m a regular.)
My mom and I, enjoying one of the many wonderful shopping malls near my parents’ house, decided to stop into one of the mall’s two Starbucks for some vanilla lattes. While waiting for our drinks, a woman came up to us, told us that she noticed us as we were walking in and wondered if we were related. (She was behind us in line.) Then saw us ordering and realized that we were definitely related and, at first, thought we might be sisters. My mom made a comment, “how timely; my birthday is tomorrow.” The lady then asked where I went to school–thought I was a college kid. “Oh, I just graduated from law school.” “Well it must run in the family, then!” (This was accompanied by a blank stare on my part–my mind immediately went to the study of the law, and the only other lawyer in the family is a distant cousin.) “You both look so young!”
Every time my mother and I have had a “major” outing during the past two weeks, someone has asked if we were sisters (and seemingly legitimately, too–not an empty complement kind of thing). About every other time I go out, as well as during some of these “major” outings, others make comments that clearly illustrate a belief that I am in college. Helps my “I feel so young” complex.
And, just about every single time I go out with my sister, people get very excited with a nice little exclamation of “oh, twins!” which is thrilling, seeing as my sister is four and a half years younger than me and is, in fact, in college. People often ask her if she models, though, and most people who don’t know her think she’s the older of my parents’ two daughters, so I’ll take the twins thing as a complement, I guess.
So my reentry into the coffee shop world, in other words, was an epic success.