It’s come to my attention that there’s been some confusion as a result of my previous post about bikini baristas. A visitor from California (no, not my brother) was hell bent on some quality booby sightings while picking up coffee on his way in to the office. Apparently, he didn’t realize that there are also quite a few perfectly normal, family friendly coffee kiosks peppering our fine state. In fact, I’m pretty sure those still outnumber the R-rated ones. This must have come as quite a disappointment.

This is how I imagine all salesmen from California look. I could be wrong.