Awkard People (Like Me)

I’m an awkward person. It’s genetic, I think. Although I never think of my parents as awkward, and my middle sister Marybeth could talk her way out of a gas station hold-up, my oldest sister and I are hopelessly adrift in certain social settings.  Regardless, today I went to a coffee shop to write. Pretty safe, awkward-free situation, I assumed. Until I exit the vehicle. My Vera Bradley backpack and I hang out behind a group of people on the...