01 February 2009
Hipster Coffee Shop
I was yelled at while trying to help myself to the glass refrigerator containing bottled drinks. The refrigerator was not located behind the counter. I put the bottle of water back into the refrigerator, and stood in place to watch the haughty barista stomp over to me, open the glass door, extract the same bottle, and hand it to me. I guess that's how she earns her tips?
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I love your blog. Gosh, I relate.
I was choosing fruit in Paris recently - and by choosing fruit, I meant I was picking up the pieces I wanted and placing them into a plastic bag.
Big no-no. A man rushed over and indignantly grabbed the fruit and the bag from my hands.
The proper procedure is for me to point to the pieces of fruit I want and HE will pick them up and place them into the bag.
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