I’m in the slow café

When my sister visited me she swore the service wasn’t slow but it is. so. extremely. slow. I like it here, though. They have wi-fi and good cake, they play nice music and I’m about to get soup and a hot lemon. Eventually. I ordered five minutes ago and there is only one other guest that needs anything right now and two waitresses.

The most exciting thing right now is that I’m listening in on a job interview between two ~creative~ types, some sort of photography/ad agency/major media house’s-sub contractor thingie. It’s more of a partnership-thing though and they’re just chatting. Hey, there’s my hot lemon! With honey! I meant to buy lemons in the supermarket earlier but I forgot. Eh, they’re talking about technical stuff now. I wish they went back to namedropping, that was more fun.

ETA: Theyleft. Now I only get to listen to the waitresses talk about workouts. Boo. Entertain me, other guests!