"I just moved to town," I told the Starbucks Barista this morning.
"Welcome the neighborhood," she said, rolling her eyes. "It used to be a nice neighborhood before the gangs moved in. Now my husband and I don't go out on Saturday night because there are drive by shootings and gang members hang out on the corner just over there." She pointed to the closest street corner.
"Is public transportation safe here?" I asked. Trying to ignore the fact that the local Barista just informed me that we unknowingly selected temporary housing in an urban war zone. And trying even harder to forget how much it is costing us per month.
"Just stay close to the driver and you should be fine."
Thanks a latte, lady.