At The Quill Sisters, my favorite niece, Amylynn, spends the day at Starbucks observing the people. An excerpt:
“I had no idea that Starbucks had a big outlaw biker clientele, but apparently I’ve been busy living my stereotypes. One of them ordered a triple decaf espresso. I don’t understand the point of a dacaf espresso in the first place, and then add the triple part and you confuse the hell out of me. Wouldn’t you assume a bad-ass biker could handle a real espresso?”