At the local coffee shop — a dashed-off Irish Starbucks clone — I am infamous for having asked out every single adorable barrista girl they've ever hired. Though I have nothing but rejection and failed relationships to show for it, I am still well-loved there: a lovely gaggle of giggling girl barristas in tight black t-shirts and jeans have adopted me like a flea-bitten, leg-humping puppy. I drink cappucinos for free at the Coffee Society.
The point is, I'm a sucker for coffee shop girls. And some of Seattle's more risque coffee bars — if franchised out to Dublin — would probably cause me to just drop to the floor in spine-thrashing seizures of pure lust.
This aphorism, muttered by one customer, has the ring of the Biblical to it in its hidden richness of profound truth: "If I'm going to pay $4 for a cup of coffee, I'm not going to get served by a guy." Amen.
Some coffee stands get steamier [Seattle Times] (thanks Mark)