10/16/2017 (Mon) 06:05:56
The only way body hair can get in a coffee is if she's doing a dance and passing it under her legs. Coffee shelf and machines were always above her waist, except for on the side facing you so that you could get a good view. It's the simplest barista job ever because the expresson and latte machines do the work.
All she does is place the coffee, press buttons, talk to you while it's pouring, mix it a few times with a straw, cap it and hand it through a window. There is no way even her tits would hang over the coffee due to the angles, and you would need a freak updraft for any pubic hair to get in the drink. There are no hurricanes in Seattle. In fact, at the last one I saw she only had lacy underwear below wedged between her legs to bare her ass cheeks, but a plain sweater on top which bared nothing. Maybe she got cold, or maybe she felt ashamed because it was a Sunday. Or maybe it was a budget barista since I paid $5.50 instead of $8 at the one with the younger and hotter girl in a top and bikini. I wouldn't go back there to see her sweater, even though she called me hon in every single sentence.
Sorry, the sign said I couldn't take a picture of the stall or the girl. The sign said SWEET GIRLS in all pink, and the menu said it , and at first I didn't realize it was a coffee barista until I looked at the menu that said cocaine and blood flavored expressos (no price tag listed so I guess they charge whatever they want and then expect a tip.)