I am in line at one of the many Starbucks in the Mall of America.

In front of me are two African women. In front of them is a middle aged woman. She’s soaked with sweat.

Of course she turns around and addresses the African women:

Margie McSweaty: “I’m sweating! And it’s not that it is hot. I know that it is not hot, but I get hot. I get so hot that I sweat until I am soaked. Then I cool down, and get cold. Freezing. It’s terrible. This is what you have to look forward to!”

The African women don’t quite know how to react to this menopausal over-share. The awkwardness is delicious.

This is why I love Minnesota.