A New Orleans style cafe briefly operated near the bookstore where I worked as a manager in the nineties. Chicory coffee and beignets were recommended, but the flavor of chicory never grew on me, and no caffeine is a definite dealbreaker. I used to stop by during lunch breaks. The owner, originally from NOLA, was nice and chatty about its rich musical history. I'm a good, thoughtful listener - or at least appear to be so - and a lot of people tell me way too much.
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| Coffee & Beignet |
A college student named Tahira was often behind the counter during my break, and since I was frequently the only customer, began telling me about her boyfriend and within a week about her sex life. I always had a book with me, but Tahira didn't care. Tahira told me:
- Her first O felt like a sneeze she never thought would come.
- Her boyfriend is small in stature but his pants are a bit tight, if you catch her meaning.
- The first time she had sex with him, it felt like [deleted].
- She hates when the condom gets stuck inside after sex. Very graphic details about extrication followed.
Competition was fierce even before Star*ucks showed up so they dried up and blew away within a year.
Do people overshare with you? Do you overshare with others you barely know? What's the most interesting/funniest/grossest overshare you've witnessed IRL?
How was Monday? Was it excellent or just barely tolerable?
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