Yesterday at the Starbuck’s drive through:
Gary: You’re new, aren’t you?
Barista: Yup.
Gary: Wait, aren’t you [female Barista]’s boyfriend?
Barista: Yeah, I am.
Gary: Well, welcome!
Like it’s his own personal Starbucks.
Putting the TMI in absentminded
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It seems that all the baristas at our local Starbucks are really into music and go to a lot of local clubs to hear it live. My hubby does sound for a couple clubs/bands, so he sees the baristas around quite often. He says they are usually quite a bit more “pierced” when they’re away from work. Ahhhh, to be young, beautiful, and pierced. Alas, those days are gone for me.
The baristas by work (Westport) are all evidently opera students. And yes, they are pretty peirced. I wonder if it’s the same crowd.