I had a bit of cognitive dissonance at my little café on the corner at noon today. All of a sudden I noticed what my waiter was wearing – a Vikings sweatshirt – and I temporarily forgot where I was! I asked him if he was a Vikings fan, and told him that I was from Minnesota. He said he had never been there, but he liked the logo. Go figure. And GO VIKES!
(BTW, he also delivered a quite tasty lunch of endive salad with walnuts and mustard vinaigrette, 1/2 roast chicken, fries and a glass of Côtes du Rhône. So I quickly remembered where I was!)
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