I have this bad habit of assuming people with big fancy titles and big fancy offices and big fancy salaries are somehow better than me.

Then, the other day, I did a mind trick. A woman with a big fancy title and a big fancy office and likely a big fancy salary was giving a presentation. As she spoke, I placed her in a Starbucks, my Starbucks. She’s ahead of me in line and takes forever to order. Can’t make up her mind and also has to double-check her texts to see what her person wants. I get impatient and sigh and crowd her personal space. When she’s finally done, she looks at me and lets out a squeaky “Sorry! I’m so sorry!” while hastily zipping her Michael Kors purse.

That’s when I realize she’s no better than me. We’re both human. We try to dress well. We get up, we get through the day, we sleep.

I felt a little bit better.