Awkward Exchange at a Starbucks

I promised a friend that I would be in his short film today and he asked me to dress the part of an Ivy leaguer.

So I decided to go with something like this:

I felt good. I felt educated. I was ready. Then the most unexpected thing came out of a Starbucks cashier’s mouth.

It wasn’t awkward because I thought he was hitting on me. That I could have handled. Living in NYC, I’ve been “hit on” by guys several times in my life. It’s not that big a deal. What made it strange was the fact that he wasn’t gay.

Who says that to people? Was it because I was dressed like an Ivy leaguer. Is there a whole new world out there for the elite? I felt like Eddie Murphy when he painted himself white and received a free newspaper.

I’ve changed back to my normal, proletarian wear. Everything is back to normal.