When Thomas, mom and I stopped for a quick latte at MBK’s ground-floor Mister Donut, we had no idea what we were in for. Fifteen minutes after ordering, we started bitching to ourselves about how slow the service was. After all, we were the only customers in the shop.
When the waitress set down our beautiful cups of coffee art, we suddenly realized she had spent the last fifteen minutes swirling designs into our lattes. Damn, that’s a lot of work for a fast-food latte!!!