song to the siren
Like the plague, I tend to avoid Starbucks as much as I possibly can, but mrs forms wanted to go there. Anyhow, at another nearby café, I didn't want to pay 6€ for an espresso thrown onto my table by a waiter who'd not only treat you with utter contempt, but also look at you as if you were a piece of dogshit stuck to his shoe. After the usual 15 minute plus wait in the queue to got our espressos; well that's what they were called on the menu, we climbed the stairs to find a table near the window. Table which was, as per usual, littered with numerous leftovers and paper cups. Across from us, on the other side of the table, there was a guy who obviously hadn't had enough coffee and who had fallen asleep. I took a shot of the paper cup, carefully capturing him in the frame as he dozed; his hand firmly gripped on the precious MacBook in his lap.
song to the siren
Like the plague, I tend to avoid Starbucks as much as I possibly can, but mrs forms wanted to go there. Anyhow, at another nearby café, I didn't want to pay 6€ for an espresso thrown onto my table by a waiter who'd not only treat you with utter contempt, but also look at you as if you were a piece of dogshit stuck to his shoe. After the usual 15 minute plus wait in the queue to got our espressos; well that's what they were called on the menu, we climbed the stairs to find a table near the window. Table which was, as per usual, littered with numerous leftovers and paper cups. Across from us, on the other side of the table, there was a guy who obviously hadn't had enough coffee and who had fallen asleep. I took a shot of the paper cup, carefully capturing him in the frame as he dozed; his hand firmly gripped on the precious MacBook in his lap.