Coffee Log, Day 112


Coffee: Organic Sumatra Blend, Trader Joe’s Brand

One of the customers is going to Scandanavia. Specifically, Norway and Sweden and Denmark. All three countries have kroner, he ordered some of each. This customer is an old man with white hair. He wore a purple polo today. He’s plump like a chicken under the butcher’s knife.

This guy had a particular style to him: no matter what he was saying, it became condescending. He asked whether you could interchange the kroner across countries. We looked it up, you can’t. He said: “Oh, look at you, you learned something today.” He pointed at each of us with freeze-dried fingers. It was hard not to laugh.

There’s a mean streak to white Southern pride. You define yourself against the rest of the world. If you are to have worth, you have to compete and you have to win and you have to let everyone else know you’re winning. Big-rim trucks. Your aunt’s three-foot Sunday hat.

I love and hate that part of my heritage. Hate it for the obvious reason: it’s obnoxious. Love because it’s pitifully honest, pitifully animal, a bunch of eager baboons comparing ass-cheeks.

Currently Reading:
Americanah, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

The Way of Kings, Brandon Sanderson

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“Early in my career…I had to choose between an honest arrogance and a hypercritical humility… I deliberately choose an honest arrogance, and I’ve never been sorry.”- Frank Lloyd Wright