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A guy on a first date just ordered a large steamed milk and I can't figure out a discreet way to warn her that he's probably a serial killer.
I have a strange relationship with customers. I resent them, but I appreciate that they maintain the illusion that my life has some purpose.
I just convinced a lady not to buy the last chocolate croissant because my 6-year old wanted it for his birthday. Also, I don't have kids.
There is nothing in this world that I care less about than where you hang that poster.
The wifi password is "espresso." If you can't spell that, or find the correct spelling somewhere in the store, you aren't allowed online.
A couple years back, my boss bought a cell-phone jammer on the internet. We used to keep it under the counter. That was a fun summer.
I'll pass along that suggestion to my boss, who will also not care about it.
I used to think loud-cellphone-guy was the worst. That is, until I met loud-skype-guy.
"I don't want the broken cookie," she said. So I looked her right in the eye, smiled, and broke every cookie one by one.
You called? On the phone? Oh, no, we don't answer that.
We are friendly, but we are not friends. Friends don't stop talking to each other just because today's scone was a little stale.
One of my favorite ways to pass the time is convincing old ladies that their latte made with half-and-half is actually pronounced, "breev".