The male walks away, and grabs a cup. But before he can fill it, a piping-hot enthusiast sits on a counter, punches out a register and tosses an electronic label reader over a counter. Then she boiled over and went all cappuccino on a place, pulling over a shelve of coffee cups, a second register and a quarrel of crispy waffle cones. The assistant disappears. A drive-thru workman runs for cover.
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