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I remember a day, a normal day covering someone’s break up at the cash register. I helped three or four people in line, then a guy walked up, not making eye contact, dropping a dollar and some odd change on the counter and asking for a coffee. We had a Starbucks next door, that’s the only thing I can think of why the guy would behave that way. But, how inattentive do you have to be, how unaware of your surroundings, with books lining every available surface, bestseller lists just to the right, bookmarks to the left, magazine displays, a Sue Grafton display, the nük stand… You walk past all of that and still think you’re in a Starbucks?
