I took Gord to Dandenong last Thursday to see the surgeon who did his hernia op. It was the second follow up appointment, just to check all is well. All is well, Gord got the all clear.
We continued on to do a pick up and on the way back did a much needed clothing shop at Westfield Keysborough. On leaving and feeling ready to fall asleep, a problem I have when I drive anywhere these days, I looked around for a coffee stall and subsequently stood ordering a coffee to go at 'WENDY's DONUTs'.
The girl making my coffee was a pretty young thing and I noticed the word 'barista' on her tea shirt just above her shapely left breast. Until a couple of years ago I'd never herad of the word 'barista', but now know it to mean coffee maker. The similarity to the word barrister occured to me while she busied with the coffee production and a joke came to me. I said to the girl, "The last time I had a barrister, it cost me $1000 per hour."
She did not give any semblance of a smile, nor raise an eyebrow. Totally unfazed she said, "That's about what I'd cost you."
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