Saturday, February 18, 2006
Another superb latte coming up.
Just when I've dropped enough $1 notes into the tip jar for the staff to be polite, off I jet to house-train a new Brit breed of uncouch baristae.
"You what? Speak up. Hurry along there, got others in line, you know ...
'ere Doris, this berk wants a 'single tall lartay with hazlenut', can you believe?
"Yerss, chief, coming right up."