Snobbery

I'll have to admit that I am a snob. I live in the Seattle area, Everett to be exact. We are known around the world as a haven for coffee drinkers, grunge music, riots, and of course the Eastside. As a product of small town America, I never really thought of myself as snobby. I was from the other side of our white collar community. But I stood in line waiting for my Grande White Chocalate Mocha, a recent habit I've developed, while a woman in front of me ordered her drink. She asked the barista not for a Grahn-day, but for a Gran-de. My face did one of those contortions that happen when we're not quite sure we heard right. My lips slipped into a hidden grin and I even chuckled inside as I repeated to myself her pronunciation. It made me aware that I am snobby. And now I am crushed to think that I may potentially be a snob in many other ways.