Coffee Town Page #2

down-side.

- Yeah, totally. I mean,

except dying.

- I'd welcome that...

Chad works for an

industrial lighting company

where employees sell

expensive L.E.D. lighting

systems

while sitting underneath

the cheap fluorescent bulbs

they're competing against.

- Fuuuck you!

- That happens about once

a week.

- You lose a sale, Roger?

- Hey, check this guy out

right here.

He comes in here every single

day

and he wants to tip Sam,

but Sam doesn't wanna

acknowledge the tip.

Okay, watch. He's gonna go to

give Sam a tip and

no, no. See Sam doesn't want

to acknowledge the tip!

But this guy wants him to

acknowledge the tip.

Sam will probably look back

at- yep, see.

And Sam turns around again.

And the other guy just walks

off, he doesn't tip Sam,

and then Sam looks at the

jar, and he can tell by sight

that nothing's been put in

there.

- A**hole.

- It's like a tiny little

ballet.

- Mm hmm.

- He should do those

jellybean in a jar contests

and get rich!

- I wouldn't acknowledge a

tip either.

Someone throwing their spare

change at you like you're a

hobo?

How humiliating is that?

- Whoa! Here comes your girl!

- She stops by every day

after the gym.

Stunning, graceful.

A perfect, sweaty angel.

- Hi.

- Hey.

- What can I get you?

- Soy latte, please.

Hey!

- What?

- Sh*t.

- He works in a coffee shop.

Not a threat.

- He's in a band.

- Threat.

- Daily grind of coffee,

daily grind of rock 'n' roll.

You know what I mean?

- What's her name?

- Becca.

Oh...

She just saw me mouth her

name.

- Yeah, that's a tell.

- Soy latte?

- Oh.

- Hey, I got that.

Yyeaah!

That is for you.

- Just go over there and talk

to her.

I'm sick of watching you

drool over her every day.

- I would love to talk to

her, Chad,

but she always comes in here

wearing work-out clothes.

You can't make a move on a

girl in work-out clothes

without comin' off like a

douche.

Hey there, I could not help

but notice your body being

displayed

and I was wondering...

if I could have sex with it.

Aaah!

- Alright... I'm givin' her a

brush-by.

Police privilege.

- Oh no, please don't do

that.

- Oh please, I will do that.

It's for you, okay?

Athletic wear is very

misleading.

You don't know what's firm

underneath that.

- I don't need to know.

- Yeah, well no I need to

know.

Excuse me.

- Oh... Thanks for all your

hard work.

- Just tryin' to keep you

safe.

- No, plea- please d- plea-

- So firm!

- Why are we friends with

him?

- He's got a good heart.

Is he parked in two

handicapped spots?

I should get back to the

office.

- Yep.

Me too.

I wouldn't say a coffee

shop is the perfect office...

but I'll admit, it means

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