The baristas, who see me almost every day, verified that this deviation from the norm was correct.
“Did you order an Arnold Palmer?”
“Yes,” I responded, adding cheerfully, “Arnold Palmer was from Pennsylvania, like me.”
“Are you from Pennsylvania?” one of them asked cheerfully.
“Yes,” I confirmed.
The three of them smiled politely, but something seemed off. There was a hint of confusion in their expression. Finally, one of them asked the question that must have been on everyone’s mind.
“Who was Arnold Palmer?”
(Yes. I swear. They did ask this.)
“He was a famous golfer,” I explained. “He was the Tiger Woods of his day.”
The pleasant but confused expressions persisted. I guess that Tiger Woods is too obscure a historic reference for millennials to grasp.
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