Otis Can Still Move Them

The timing of my entrance into Starbucks this morning was impeccable. Otis Redding's Try a Little Tenderness was coming through the speakers. This fair-skinned, recent Catholic high school graduate - now a barista - was so sexily, yet barely perceptibly, gyrating her pelvis to the beat of the music, almost closing her eyes as she silently lip-synched the words.

"I wait for the entire CD, just to hear this song", she informed her not-nearly-as-delicious friend and fellow barista.

I was glad she waited.