San Francisco is My Home

San Francisco is My Home

19
Sep

Smile


Sometimes in the middle of the day you dash down to Cafe Flore for a quick cup of coffee in the sun. Once you’re there, the cute barrista might say, with evident sincerity, “Do you know that you have a fantastic smile?”

“Thanks,” you say. And then what other option do you have but to toss your fifty cents of change into the tip jar? Even though all he did was fill a cup from the coffee urn and hand it to you, you can’t not tip after such a nice compliment. Right?

Those quarters would have been useful for laundry, but I guess sometimes social niceties have to trump clean clothes.


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