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'The Way God Intended It'

Union Station

I was standing, sleepily, at the counter of a coffeeshop in Union Station, waiting for the barista to remember I'd ordered a drink, when I overheard the woman behind me order hers:

"I'll have a small latte."

"What kind of milk?"

"Whole milk." Pause. Muttered, half to herself: "The way God intended it."

Maybe I was just cranky -- it was my first day heading back to the office after a week out with the flu -- but I had to fight the urge to say to her, "Just like God intended that sheep's wool to be spun, woven, and dyed into your pretty pink plaid coat?"

I had little doubt it was a real wool coat. She looked like someone who would curl her lip at the thought of synthetic fabric touching her skin.