Being unemployed DOES have some advantages, you know.
Such as meeting up with other unemployed chums for a chinwag in Starbucks.
However, not MY Starbucks. I've been cheating on my sultry Starbucks wenches with another branch (luckily where one of my hotties has been reassigned to!).
And for why? Why leave your reserved space on St Stephens?
Well, for one, it's my compatriots favourite store, and you know me - always deferring to the wishes of others.
And second, the Lunchtime Lech!
See, Haymarket Starbucks has a counter running along the windows wall that looks out on Gentleman's Walk. Gentleman's Walk? Gentlemen's Wankbank, more like!
Lookit all the lovelies leaving for lunch! Passing pretties aplenty on the busiest street! Secretaries in short, airy skirts being blown about by the wind to interesting effect! Downblousing décolletés of dames sat below and the flossing of their labourers cleft with their gaping jeans!
And to think, I used to be stuck in an office compiling COBOL programs and JCL when I could be stuck in an orifice. or something,
