The Mamdani latte

“Put a little extra caramel on that latte,” I told the young woman at Dunkin’ Donuts. “If you know what I mean.” “Sure,” she said, drizzling a little more caramel on the mountain of whipped cream that topped my decaf white chocolate latte. Maybe she didn’t know what I meant. Maybe she did. She was a perfectly nice woman with a slight Hispanic accent, and she’s no doubt used to the whims of older guys in plaid flannel shirts and tweed caps. I’m the color of the whipped cream. She’s the color of the caramel drizzle. The Dunkin’ is across...

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