The young woman at the Starbucks register looked at me after we finished my order
and said "that's Golden"
I said "what's that mean?", thinking maybe I bought x-# of coffees and graduated to a free cup or something.
She repeated "that's Golden" again, and seeing the perplexed look on my face, said
"that's solid"
my perplexed look continued, and she said
"that's good"
I said "oh, ok, that's good", and I moved down to the other end of the counter to collect my coffee
- this morning, following my walk along the Green (Brown) River Trail
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