I'm on my thirty at work the other day, talking over coffee with my boss (long-time manager, who recently bought the cafe...she's the big big boss). I burst out into a fit of spontaneous giggles.
When pressed to explain, I say: "You know, earlier today I walked into a cafe jamming to a playlist full of Etheridge and Tegan and Sara...and bought myself a soy latte and a granola bar, and I'm just now realising what a stereotype I am--all I need now is patchouli perfume and I might as well get "lesbian" tattooed on my forehead."
My boss takes a sip of her coffee, offers up her best shit-eating grin, and says, "I have some in my purse, if you want to borrow some."
Katie K "love me " Tender
- 18 years ago
