But no red Swingline stapler.
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I stopped for coffee at a shop I’d previously not visited. There was a very upbeat, nay, perky barisa at the front counter. “Hel-LO!“ he’d say to each customer. “How are you? What can I get you?“ His apron front, and loop, played host to several small buttons and pieces of cloisonne.
Yep, I counted.
He was wearing seventeen pieces of flair. (And when I was searching for the above link, this showed up in the results listing. Tiki? Zen? How about “no phones, no boss, no computer, and a masseuse”?)
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