I (at coffehouse bakery that’s not Starbucks): They making you guys talk about race here, too?
SCRAGGLY-BEARDED COUNTER GUY IN STOCKING CAP: Oh, God, no.
COUNTER LADY (whirling around to join the conversation): They treat them like slaves at Starbucks. That’s what they ought to talk about. I used to work there.
COUNTER LADY: It’s better here.
I: Free bread, at least.
(General assent. Crosstalk about sweet rolls, temptation, and weight gain.)
I: Well, all right!
COUNTER PEOPLE: Enjoy your coffee.
I: I will.