Earlier today I went to Red Rock Cafe in Downtown Mountain View to finish reading the newish David Sedaris book When You Are Engulfed In Flames. Red Rock is known to be a good place to read, use a computer, and study, and I heard good things about their upstairs seating area.
About 10 minutes after sitting down, one of the baristas came upstairs and started looking around.
Barista: Does anyone here drive a blue Jetta?
Obviously there was an issue with a blue Jetta parked outside. Perhaps it was parked illegally and was about to be towed.
Barista: Blue Jetta anyone?
Maybe it was double parked and blocking another car’s way.
Barista: Anyone drive a blue Jetta?
Maybe the car was on fire and there was a baby and Chihuahua in the back seat?
Barista: Kevin Thomson, is it your blue Jetta?
Obviously, Kevin Thomson (not his real name), the late-20s/early-30s MacBook user, was a frequent customer of Red Rock Cafe and therefore the Barista knew his name. His response is the reason I write this post.
Kevin Thomson: I wish!
I wish! “I wish”? This blew my mind for some reason. First of all, it wasn’t a sarcastic “I wish”. It wasn’t like someone found a dirty diaper on the floor, came by swinging it around asking who it belonged to, and someone sarcastically replied “I wish that dirty diaper you’re swinging around were mine.” No, this was a “Yeah right, I wish I owned something so awesome.”
Again, it was a blue Jetta. A blue Jetta! Who *wishes* for such a thing? A Jetta is unremarkable on its own, but a blue Jetta. It’s crazy talk. I’m not saying there is anything wrong with owning or driving a blue Jetta, but to wish to do such a thing? It’s like a kid wishing for a middle-management position when she grows up. You don’t wish for such a thing, right?
My mind is blown, and I haven’t been the same since.
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