Howard Dart

 

The Barista

 

The guy ahead of me plastered the barista with explicit instructions for his caffeinated concoction, a hot brewed latte witj salted cream foam, low fat milk and whipped wale sperm.

Finally he left.

“An Americano, black,” I said.

“That’s it?” The Barista asked. I nodded.

“Thank you!” She smiled.

 

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