Sometimes you’ll just be going about your business when an insight about yourself will roll over you, like a poorly secured dumpster in a steeply-banked parking lot. This was one of those times.

I had a dentist appointment this morning (I have to come back to have four cavities drilled—oy gevalt). Afterward I stopped at a little place near the clinic to get some takeout sushi for lunch. As I got nearer to home I decided I wanted some coffee to go with it, so I pulled my Suabru into the parking lot of my local Starbucks. Stowing my iPod in my laptop bag, I zipped up my North Face jacket against the downpour outside, opened my car door and headed into the shop. I emerged minutes later with a triple venti mocha. I got back in my car and headed home to resume my telecommuting job, working as a graphic/Web designer for a gourmet and medicinal mushroom company.

Dear God; I’m so Puget Sound I could puke.