A side of breasts with my coffee, please.

If you follow me on Snapchat (lisabenroeck) you may have already heard this story, but I feel compelled to tell it on this blog anyway.

We moved into our house last Wednesday, and on Friday morning Tim set out to the closest coffee shop to our new place to get me a latte.

He walked up to the window and was surprised to find a topless lady serving coffee. Guys. A topless barista. She was almost bottomless (according to Tim) except she was wearing a g-string.

So Tim decided to act like nothing was amiss and went on to order a drip coffee, which the barista said they didn’t have. A coffee shop without coffee! Tim felt obligated to purchase something, though, so he ordered my latte. For six dollars. A six dollar latte! And he tipped a dollar. Of course. And he still had to go to a Starbucks to actually get his coffee.

He also learned the following things:
1) These coffee shops are ‘normal’ in Seattle, although most of the times the ladies are wearing a skimpy bikini and aren’t fully topless/nude.
2) This particular barista works on Fridays and is always topless.
3) If you ask for a ‘show’ they’ll give you one. (WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK?!) I don’t even want to know what this means.
4) The shop was actually a drive-thru so Tim walking up to it was weird in itself. However, I think this was probably the least strange part of the experience.

And as for me, I learned not to send Tim out for my lattes on Fridays. And also that we should be careful about which coffee shops we drive-thru with the girls. This particular one is in the parking lot of (I KID YOU NOT) an upscale children’s clothing store and a restaurant.

Boobs and coffee. What will they think of next?

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