Apparently I’m a snob this morning.
I was getting dressed and heard somebody drive by my house blasting some 70s acoustic rock from their car. It’s easy to imagine them enjoying a beautiful Sunday morning and making like a 17-year old. Feeling groovy.
But I scoffed at their choice of tunes.
Then, I walked into the coffee shop, and saw someone with a big newspaper stacked in sections on the bench. Cool, I though, someone else is reading the Times, we can bond and trade sections and laugh about the Week in Review’s best bits.
Then I noticed that actually she was reading the Sunday Columbus Dispatch. I immediately tagged her an intellectual charlatan. Really, the Sunday Dispatch barely qualifies as reading. It’s more like browsing blogs on paper or something. What a piece of crap.
So, I’m a snob, right?