Coffee Appreciation

^ Too add to this, now I've reminded myself, the girl in there today was canoodling with her lover boy when I went in, over a coffee and croissant. I actually thought they were customers.

When I asked if the cafe was open she smirked, slunked off her stool (wearing a nude colour American Apparel body which exposed her long, toned, tanned back, plus what looked like pyjama bottoms), sauntered around in an exaggeratedly coquettish, seductive manner (either hungover or still a bit pissed), couldn't make a flat white, or find the milk jug which was right there on the counter, til I pointed it out to her, and all the while her man in the corner was eyeing her up.

I actually felt guilty for interrupting the pair's foreplay. Embarrassing or what?

And then, when I said goodbye she didn't even reply!

I've had some spectacularly shit service there. A friend of mine used to work there...not heard the best stories.