You called? On the phone? Oh, no, we don’t answer that.
“I need a table for 4″ — this is a coffee shop, not an applebees. Seat yourself.
You’re right. I’m sick and I should stay home. Here’s my boss’s phone number. I’ll let you tell him.
You’re gonna yelp about it? I’ll tell you what… You write on your website, I’ll write on mine, and we’ll call it even.
Alright, who’s the guy that keeps leaving the empty sugar packets on the counter? There can’t be more than one of you…
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.
The americanos are different prices because my boss is a d*ck.
If you use a french accent to order a croissant, I’m going to insist that you finish out the rest of the order that way.
Please write down your mother’s phone number so I can call to tell her about your behavior here today.
If you know what puro-caff smells like, you’re probably also pretty familiar with depression.