Breaking Up

I thought we had something special. We've only been together eight months, but I thought it was real.

You, with your average coffee and free wifi. Me, with my caffeine problem and work to do. It seemed like a match made in heaven. But since you failed to retain the pleasant waitstaff, all you're left with is surly baristas. It's a people business, people. If you don't like them, try another line of work.

There shouldn't be any place in a cafe for attitude (naturally, except at Cafe Attitude, SF). When I say "thank you," I'm looking for something a little more than a cold shoulder. And for the price of six coffees, I'm all recharged on the wireless broadband modem.

Grocery Bar, we are done. Finished. It's been nice knowing you.