I’m in Starbucks putting milk in my coffee standing between a middle-aged woman and a girl around 20.
As I’m stirring I watch the younger one take a good 40 sugar packets she casually puts in her purse.
The older woman says, snapping her line like she’s resurrected Bea Arthur, “What, you have a horse at home?”
I had to laugh. You can’t write this stuff. Well actually you can, if you’re lucky enough to hear it.