Female Escorts at Starbucks

I encounter a lot of interesting people at work. Twitchers, druggies, hobos,
cops, lawyers, MILFS, prima donnas, gangstuhs, pimps and ho's. You name
'em, I seen 'em.

I guess it broadens my horizons, in some way. I don't know what positive
outcome could be derived from constant contact with the above named
people, but I'm willing to say there's some good in it. I'm trying to be less
pessimistic, for Andrew's sake.

Today while at the register, I waited on a double dating quadruplet. The
females, to be as nice as possible, looked "good from far...but were far from
good", as they say. The kind of women whom I myself mistook to be lustful
vixens, dressed in racy club outfits, with youthful make up. From about
twenty feet away you do a double take....and watch that foxy image slowly
melt away as they make sultry strides toward the cash register that you operate.

One asian and one latina. Both late thirties. Both coupled with men who
looked far out of their league. The men, both quite old, unkept and frankly
out of shape, were an odd sight to see already, without these two determined
ladies by their side.

I was fortunate enough to ring them up. I always enjoy ringing up interesting
people. I get to scope them out and talk about them later. The latina went
first. Her breasts were obviously calling out to me; then again, they were
obviously calling out to anyone with eyes. Large and heavily exposed. When
I looked at her face, however, I couldn't remove the idea of transvestite from
my head. Is she hot? Or am I gay?

The asian went next and ordered green tea...in an almost slutty way. I can't
describe it. At this distance, about a foot away, she looked late forty. Uggh.
The two men paid for their dates, and their dates thanked them using their
names, rather than "babe" or "honey".

It was indeed an odd sight, seeing them interact. The women looked like they
just stepped out of a club; the men, like they just stepped out of the
employee's only room of Home Depot, minus the orange aprons.

As the asian lady smiled at me for what I felt was a bit too long, I couldn't
help but wonder: How much do these pair charge per hour?