I’d like to show you my superpower. I trust you to keep my secret identity. Here it is: When I’m stoned, I can read people’s minds in Starbucks. I know, I know—that sounds just like something a stoned person would say. My sober brain, the one I take to the grocery store, told me this was a dumb idea, but what has he done for me lately? Before you judge me, it’s legal here. Two, I’m …
Boy Wonder
At my coffee shop the other morning, this man and his son came in. The boy was probably 3 or 4. He was carrying a baggie full of action figures. Dad sat down in one of the overstuffed chairs, and his son knelt in front of the other overstuffed chair and dumped out his action figures in the seat cushion and began playing with them. He took one of them—I could tell it was Hawkeye from the Avengers; …
