A father, a big, gentle creative type with tattoos and piercings, and his son walk into the cafe. The father orders a long black and a babyccino. They sit down. I make the coffee and the babyccino and take them out to the table where the litle boy is having a conversation with their Table Identification Unit, the dinosaur. I frown in thought as I hesitate putting the drinks on the table.
"So who's having the long black and who's having the babyccino?"
The little boy doesn't get it; the dinosaur is far more interesting. But the father, he giggles like a little boy.
"So who's having the long black and who's having the babyccino?"
The little boy doesn't get it; the dinosaur is far more interesting. But the father, he giggles like a little boy.
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