I’m cross-posting this, but: my parents.
So my parents and I drove up to Pittsburgh today because I won a competition at school and was doing a reading at WYEP (and it will air in a couple weeks, yay!), but we got there really early and needed to kill time. I took them to Starbucks, because tea-drinking is always good, and after I paid for our drinks and handed my mom her tea her eyes got really big and she said “My first Starbucks!” Neither she or my dad had ever been before. She later told me that she’d saved the cardboard ring was a souvenir of her first Starbucks. My dad likewise was looking around in awe that there were paintings on the wall and armchairs by the window. We decided that Starbucks is the Panera of coffee but that we like it, much as we like Panera.
Basically, sometimes I feel like my parents aren’t actually from this world but from a slightly different timestream in which corporate coffee chains and electronic music and reality television are impossibly exotic. I like the whole world a lot more when I’m with them.
