As I was parking to go into the organic grocery store in my neighborhood, a black Hummer drove past me. "They better not be going to an organic grocery store in that car," I thought while I glared at their tail lights.
Sure enough, they parked near the store.
"What a douche bag," I thought as I got out of my car.
I entered the store and saw the organic espresso stand, then looked down at my iced grande raspberry latte from Starbucks. My virtual tail flew between my legs as I realized my faux-pas.
And then I remembered that while everyone could see the suddenly enormous Starbucks logo on my cup, nobody in the store except for me knew that there was someone inside who had pulled up in a Hummer.