Bailey Moreland, 25, a barista at Meg-A-Latte coffee shop, carries a stun gun everywhere she goes.
This does not address the larger problem that a cappuccino is often not a cappuccino at all but a latte.
Like I said, I was hoping to break bread, or at least enjoy a latte, with this multi-talented French expatriate who lives a few towns from me.
Check out some local art and have a pint at the Mill Street Brew Pub or a latte at Balzac's Coffee shop.
It is doing so not under any pressure from the authorities, which had not been party to the firm's decision to donate an extra shot of cash to the exchequer, but to please British consumers furious not, as you might expect, at the high price of a latte, but at how little tax the firm pays in their country.
So, here I am, sipping a latte at a bistro table at the back of Kind Coffee, overlooking Big Thompson Creek.
In contrast, traffic buzzed slowly around the East Side, and participants at the conference scooted across Lexington Avenue to pick up a latte at Starbucks.
√ Hour late to his job as a barista at one of those £4-a-latte places which is filled with ill-placed cheeseplants with the leaves all crushed and brown √ Not a single lampshade on any of the lightbulbs in his room, not even one lampshade √ Gives you paintings for your birthday which, out of sheer politeness, you are duty-bound to keep for the next three to four house moves.
Well, we can only gasp and stretch our eyes at Nido: a latte-powered boutique hotel-cum-airport lounge with the weightless air of global transit.
