“Good morning, Quinn! What can I get you?” I leaned on the counter and grinned. “A shot of vodka and an ounce of cocaine.” She didn’t bat an eyelid as she said, “Sorry, honey, we can’t serve vodka until five p.m. and we’re fresh out of cocaine. Can I interest you in an espresso and a croissant?” “If that’s all you’ve got, I suppose it’ll have to do.” I sighed.
Now that’s great service 😝
