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September 15, 2019
6 a.m. I'm the first customer at this Starbucks. Home is a 10-minute walking distance, and I'm thinking of all the ways I can delay coming home. The barista greets me with "Sir Baron Geisler look-alike!" She thinks this pleases me because I'm too polite to tell her otherwise—and I always feign a smile. I can understand why she thinks this is a good idea. It's a curious thing, yes? When people tell us we look like someone, we get a glimpse of how they see us in their head. Baron Geisler I certainly am not.