At Starbucks this morning, after the diminutive cashier took my order, he tried to get me to order a cookie. Or a donut. Or a danish. I declined each time and he looked at me as if I were making a poor decision.When he returned my credit card to me, I noticed that he had the most extreme French manicure I've ever seen on a man. I wonder what his drag name is.
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