No, not because of JAMES. FRANKLIN. I’m sitting in Starbucks ( ), and two women are sitting nearby gabbing away. NO. FLAGS. NO. FLAGS. NO. FLAGS. They aren’t FLAG. -worthy. Anyway, one of them yells every sentence and talks in that Valley Girl timbre. It is hard to describe it in words, but I’m sure you’ve heard it. It’s like my head is in a vice and she is tightening it.
It’s not “um”. It’s “em”. The last word of her sentences trails. “We made our reservationnnnnnns.” Someone shoot me.
It’s not “um”. It’s “em”. The last word of her sentences trails. “We made our reservationnnnnnns.” Someone shoot me.