Jazz Fest, besides heralding music through the halls of the Student Center, heralds in people as well: high school students, their parents, alumni, community members, professional jazz performers, etc.
I worked at Higbies this morning, shoveling scones onto trays and listening to the tenors warm up around the corner.
A man came up to the counter, admired the shiny newness of the setup, and then asked,
“Do you serve Caribou Coffee here?”
“Are you trying to make up for Minnesota’s lack of civilization?”
Let me tell you, friends: I was happy my coworker was there. She was able to chatter politely with him while I glowered in the corner.
In other (more civilized) news, I got another celebrity autograph today. I know I’m pathetic, but I can’t help it. Guess who?
I didn’t meet him, but a friend of mine who “doesn’t give two shits about Josh Hartnett” did.
I’ll take it.