I just finished a meeting at the West Village Starbucks, where I watched a clumsy barista basically toss a hot coffee onto a woman’s crotch. Once she got over the initial shock, she was remarkably restrained. Perhaps if she had been wearing a business suit, instead of a T-shirt and Daisy Dukes, her reaction would have been more hostile.
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