There’s this woman who works at our Starbucks that I call the White Woman.  Not because she’s the only white woman – JCrewville couldn’t be any more lily-white.  But in a coffee house that employs hip, sullen, young folk; she stands out glaringly. She’s middle-aged and totally suburban.  She looks like someone’s mom. Her Dorothy Hamill haircut and… Read More The Great White Barista