And here's how I know.
The Starbucks guy was pondering why these two women seated outside had been there all day.
I replied with a little story about long-lost sisters at the age of 12 and are finally seeing each other again because Oprah found them and sent them to Mt Pleasant, South Carolina.
He looks at me with a quizzical expression and remarks dryly, "You must be a writer. All those stories in your head."
Laughs and moseys over to the scones.
Score! I'm legit!
