“because of its distance from the more populous undergraduate portion of the University, many students today are unaware of the carillon’s existence. ‘I’m the loudest voice you’ve never heard,’ Lisa laments.”
“‘Enjoy the açai thing,’ I say, again mistakenly mispronouncing with the word with hard ‘c.’ She laughs in my face. I smile back. Maybe she thought it was cute? Maybe her finger slipped when she hit the ‘no tip’ button on her phone? Maybe the hundreds of other 20-somethings working in Midtown offices that I delivered to that summer accidentally tapped the ‘no tip” button as well?”
