Today’s strip is based on actual conversations I had with customers while I was a barista looooong ago. It’s not just bartenders, folks!
You think that’s bad, try being a Nurse Aide in a senior car facility. All the stories on how they’ve supposedly wasted their lives ;~;
Oh man! I can only imagine!!
Dudes, you have it all wrong. The deffenition of frined is therepist.
If you can’t trust the random lady behind the counter with your problems then who can you trust?
Still, I’ve met some cool baristas, like this one in Pensacola who shared my appreciation of Hendrix and was in a classic rock cover band called Ultraviolet. (http://www.sevillepublishing.com/ultraviolet/uv2.html)
Thank god I’m getting my coffee from a vending machine. At the moment I would depress the crap out of anyone I would dump my problems on.
Barista, or therapista?
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