Sunday, September 22, 2002
This guy comes into Starbucks nearly every day.
The first time he came in while I was working, he had to wait patiently while I almost screwed up the register. He said something along the lines of, "You're new, huh?" to which I could only respond with a "yes" and an apology. After he left, Trey turned to me and said, "You know who that was, right?"
"Uh, no..." I replied, suddenly worried that it was a Starbucks district manager doing a check-up on the stores in his area, or something like that.
"That was Charlie Sexton. You know, the guitar player?"
"Who?" I said.
"Oh, well, he's a pretty well-known musician," Trey informed me.
"Um, OK."
Celeste added, "Yeah, I used to have such a crush on him when I was like, eleven."
"Oh," I said.
I listen to eighties music, but I don't know the local eighties celebrities. So sue me.
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