I was making my way across the plaza when I met my friend who was in his graduation gown. I told him that I was thinking about heading to this year’s college reunion as well. We entered a small coffee shop and lined up for deserts. When we got to the front of the line, I ordered a scoop of apple ice cream. The barista just looked at me and asked, “That’s it?” I nodded, unsure if I had said something wrong.