The cottonwoods are heavily shedding what look like very late snowflakes.
The first distinctive feature I’ve noticed in the local dialect is a habit, among some people in retail (and the like), of responding to every datum with “Perfect.”
Are you together? … Perfect.
Do you need more time to look at the menu? … Perfect.
Strawberry milkshake? Perfect.
Can I get your date of birth? … Perfect.
How wide is this tic’s range?
So much perfection in the world!
My stepbrother says “Nice” to everything — sincere or ironic. I’ve lately noticed that in two or three others.