I never drink late afternoon coffee, but today is one of those fogs where I felt like I’ve walked through molasses for hours. At the counter, the young barista of multi-colored hair and fine tattoo takes my order with a polite non-chalance.
Cherry Hill - Local News, Courier-Post
Fri, 09/30/2016 - 10:37am
I never drink late afternoon coffee, but today is one of those fogs where I felt like I’ve walked through molasses for hours. At the counter, the young barista of multi-colored hair and fine tattoo takes my order with a polite non-chalance.