<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794</id><updated>2011-11-05T23:05:46.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learn about men each day</title><subtitle type='html'>My life in a coffee shop.  May interactions and dealings with customers every day.  Mostly about men because they are so memorable.  For women to read because we will see these traits in all of our men.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-7389917351436498122</id><published>2011-07-24T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T15:57:59.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New life ahead</title><content type='html'>I am looking for a new job..&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what is available to a tired , worn out,burned out Starbucks partner? I make a dank Latte and pour a great cup of coffee...what else can I do?&lt;br /&gt;DK yet.. exploring the options is fun but scary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can delegate with the best of them..clean and smile and make people feel welcome..run numbers and be profitable and cajole and smile and smile and smile and be happy, and a wiz at Jeopardy! ..sounds like I would be perfect for Disneyland except for those darned costumes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I turn 10 yrs of experience into a new career?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas will be accepted&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-7389917351436498122?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7389917351436498122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=7389917351436498122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/7389917351436498122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/7389917351436498122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-life-ahead.html' title='New life ahead'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-2814578270200363020</id><published>2010-03-26T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T06:14:47.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Readers</title><content type='html'>Why do men like to read things out loud??&lt;br /&gt;The paper, the box scores, the want ads and of course Yahoo articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I read out loud was to my son about 5 years ago.  He is now 13 and can read himself.&lt;br /&gt;He learned not to read out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some occasions that one could read out loud ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy day :)&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-2814578270200363020?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/2814578270200363020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=2814578270200363020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/2814578270200363020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/2814578270200363020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2010/03/readers.html' title='Readers'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-2615828751291268283</id><published>2010-03-25T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:05:52.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blocked...EEK</title><content type='html'>I am having a serious case of writers block.... I figure the best cure is to start writing anything.   Don't like phonies..no , not cell phonies, but peeps who listen but don't really care about you or your issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your issues today???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,  sex, money or lack of money??&lt;br /&gt;Who has so much money they don't know what to do with it???&lt;br /&gt;Let me know and we can blog about excesses.&lt;br /&gt;I like excess:)&lt;br /&gt;Nite from Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-2615828751291268283?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/2615828751291268283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=2615828751291268283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/2615828751291268283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/2615828751291268283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2010/03/blockedeek.html' title='Blocked...EEK'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-3902703554737294862</id><published>2010-03-22T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:02:42.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Era</title><content type='html'>Hello old friends and some new ones.&lt;br /&gt;So much water under the bridge.  I think I am missing a life once lived and friends once loved.  However, there are ways to re-capture the "magic" of friendship.   I love to write about my daily life and observations.  At one time I was writing a book with a REAL publisher but had to skeedaddle out of California and into Florida.   I am thinking about picking up where I left off... no not Florida but life's adventures in (drum roll) Massachusetts.  Home of the Pilgrims, Sox and  people who have a rather odd accent. &lt;br /&gt;What should we talk about?  It's great to be back in print.&lt;br /&gt;It is up to you...&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-3902703554737294862?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3902703554737294862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=3902703554737294862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/3902703554737294862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/3902703554737294862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-era.html' title='A new Era'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-194380816970413171</id><published>2009-02-04T16:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:09:54.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I got to thinking about all the friends I have worked with over the past 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;All of those at 6 or 7 Starbucks across the country.&lt;br /&gt;All of them are still open!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do men remember , think about work relationships and co-workers like women do?&lt;br /&gt;Or are we just sentimental?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joining Facebook has put all those faces back in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good memories, fun times and many many lattes and mochas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me men. Do you remember old friends?&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-194380816970413171?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/194380816970413171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=194380816970413171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/194380816970413171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/194380816970413171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2009/02/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-3547216793599126562</id><published>2009-02-03T08:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:06:02.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>I am still getting used to driving in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;How does one do it?&lt;br /&gt;It is very slippery and cold and people here drive too fast anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to get a ride to work today from my fiance.'&lt;br /&gt;I think he has other plans and now I am feeling very unimportant.&lt;br /&gt;Why are men so inconsiderate of our feelings???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on men.... Do you think about your women's feelings or are there just too many feelings to consider?  Maybe that's it.  Women have too many feelings???&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-3547216793599126562?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3547216793599126562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=3547216793599126562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/3547216793599126562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/3547216793599126562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-160379395167548700</id><published>2009-02-02T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:20:51.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Day</title><content type='html'>Living in Massachusetts, the winter is very long.&lt;br /&gt;So what is this with a bunch of old men pulling a groundhog out of a cage???&lt;br /&gt;Let the poor animal sleep !&lt;br /&gt;Winter is here anyway whatever shadow the hog sees.&lt;br /&gt;Swimsuit season is coming soon that's all I know.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to many days lazing in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a vacation somewhere warm??&lt;br /&gt;any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;Where would you go in the deep ,dark, cold  part of winter?&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-160379395167548700?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/160379395167548700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=160379395167548700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/160379395167548700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/160379395167548700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2009/02/groundhog-day.html' title='Groundhog Day'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-3977520101285621205</id><published>2008-12-04T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:06:15.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New part of the country</title><content type='html'>Hello friends&lt;br /&gt;Coco is back&lt;br /&gt;I have moved from Florida to the COLD Northeast.&lt;br /&gt;I am still working at a coffee shop. Actually I am making quite a bit more cash these days.&lt;br /&gt;Cost of living in the northeast!!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyone still out there reading??&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know is that Men NEVVER change, no matter what part of the country you are in.&lt;br /&gt;they may look a bit different,have an accent, dress funkier but they have the same attitudes toward women.&lt;br /&gt;I know they just love hot women serving them coffee!&lt;br /&gt;Because we do it with a smile and a flirt that their wives don't give them in the am. Women know their men.&lt;br /&gt;We are paid to do that and it works quite well. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya LATTE.&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-3977520101285621205?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3977520101285621205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=3977520101285621205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/3977520101285621205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/3977520101285621205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-part-of-country.html' title='New part of the country'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-1133547561619620928</id><published>2007-06-20T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T16:11:45.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm home from California.&lt;br /&gt;Don't have time tonight to talk but will tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that weather in Southern Cal.&lt;br /&gt;Sunny-Cool-Breezy-&lt;br /&gt;SO far from Florida in weather and in mind.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a good week.&lt;br /&gt;COCO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-1133547561619620928?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/1133547561619620928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=1133547561619620928' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/1133547561619620928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/1133547561619620928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-4399563794867015989</id><published>2007-06-13T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:23:07.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cali bound</title><content type='html'>Well- I am flying to California tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet.  You can never really go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  an happy to see old friends but know it isn't home any longer.&lt;br /&gt;Familiar with the area, but have a new area I am becoming familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;Have old friends , but have new friends as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you all know how it went and what;s up at Starbucks in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great rest of the week all&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-4399563794867015989?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4399563794867015989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=4399563794867015989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/4399563794867015989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/4399563794867015989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2007/06/cali-bound.html' title='Cali bound'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-8644132454385880889</id><published>2007-06-04T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T18:01:58.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye???</title><content type='html'>I'm deep in thought.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about packing my car and driving out of town as far as a tank of gas will take me and starting over all alone!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life is so overwhelming, I can totally understand why people just walk away from their lives and are never heard from again.&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a great plan to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;To have no responsibilities but for myself would be a relief.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone done this??&lt;br /&gt;Let me know where some good spots are to travel. &lt;br /&gt;Have a good week.&lt;br /&gt;If I go I will at least write a final goodbye because of course there will be NO computer. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-8644132454385880889?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8644132454385880889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=8644132454385880889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/8644132454385880889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/8644132454385880889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2007/06/bye-bye_04.html' title='Bye Bye???'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-642672811805495202</id><published>2007-06-01T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T17:07:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 1st</title><content type='html'>Well do you know what June 1st is? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of hurricane season.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I live in Florida I guess I have to prepare for this.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't enough that I had to prepare for earthquakes in California.&lt;br /&gt;Now it is hurricanes.&lt;br /&gt;So... I have gotten every magazine and booklet and have figured out that I need , surprise, just what I need for an earthquake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't rained here since I got here in March.&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold on June 1st today a storm developed in the Gulf of Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;It is raining now and I have nothing prepared except candles and matches and some cat food.&lt;br /&gt;The cats really don't care what the weather or natural disaster , as long as they have food and a window to look out upon their domain.  Sounds like a great life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will finally get a lazy Saturday in bed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;No schlepping coffee for me tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Since I am the boss now I gave me the day off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weather Saturday all&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-642672811805495202?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/642672811805495202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=642672811805495202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/642672811805495202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/642672811805495202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2007/06/june-1st.html' title='June 1st'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-1571012838667996589</id><published>2007-05-28T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T16:24:38.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Well, hello again.&lt;br /&gt;I have been out of words for awhile.  Boyfriend is gone for a few months and I am homesick for my family and friends in California.  It is getting hot in Florida and I am depressed!  I hate where I live!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  I 'm lonely!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, however is going great.  I have never been happier with a job.&lt;br /&gt;That leads me to my question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't one's life been great all around?  Why do the personal or professional sides not match up.  Let's get on the same page with our lives and be happy with everything and not just a portion of it.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have the same problems?  Please tell me I am not alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well- this leads me to the thought that I want a navel ring..... and  a new tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I get back to California in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;My friends , what do you think?  Yes..... no???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me with an answer please.&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-1571012838667996589?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/1571012838667996589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=1571012838667996589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/1571012838667996589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/1571012838667996589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2007/05/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-1457440339993724873</id><published>2007-05-19T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T14:24:21.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNAKES!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I had to kill a snake today.    NO NO , not one of my customers. &lt;br /&gt;I came home from work today and the cats had cornered a snake under the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sweep it out of the house but it just wasn't cooperating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I killed it with my boyfriends ice hockey stick!  I figured it had brought him many years of luck on the  ice, now it was time to put it to use again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a wiggly thing and I had a lot of remorse but I figured I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, unless it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping I don't dream of Samuel L Jackson tonight.  And I definitely won't be renting Snakes on a Plane anytime soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida is hard to get used to guys.  I am having difficulty dealing with it all.&lt;br /&gt;Any advice for Coco???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-1457440339993724873?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/1457440339993724873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=1457440339993724873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/1457440339993724873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/1457440339993724873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2007/05/snakes.html' title='SNAKES!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-2009077800571963535</id><published>2007-05-13T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T17:18:41.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke everywhere</title><content type='html'>I feel as though I have returned to California.   Fires, smoke and ash everywhere.  I often joke that natural disasters follow me around.&lt;br /&gt;Floods, earthquakes ,fires, riots I have pretty much seen it all living in various parts of California.&lt;br /&gt;Now customers and friends want to know if earthquakes will follow to Florida?  I always think of that great Johnny Cash  song "Ring of Fire".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"NO"  I tell the Floridans, the ring of fire is only in the Pacific and not the Gulf or Atlantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see what happens during hurricane season.  Maybe I will be adding another disaster to my files.  Also how customers react with coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Will closed roads and rain and flooding stop the hunt for a LATTE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to a comment, Yes there are plenty of rednecks here.  Does any one know where that term comes from?&lt;br /&gt;Have a grand day&lt;br /&gt;COCO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-2009077800571963535?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/2009077800571963535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=2009077800571963535' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/2009077800571963535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/2009077800571963535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2007/05/smoke-everywhere.html' title='Smoke everywhere'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-4036585989919447733</id><published>2007-05-10T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T16:48:55.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back Coco</title><content type='html'>Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk coffee.&lt;br /&gt;My new store reminds me very much of what I left in California.&lt;br /&gt;Not so many surfers but lots of rednecks, it is Florida.&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say I am looking for Jeff Foxworthy to walk in at any moment!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I love my new partners.  They have been looted.&lt;br /&gt;There is a new store opening in the area and some of these partners have been recruited to the new store.  I have stepped into a mini mutiny involving the old manager.&lt;br /&gt;It is my job to make things right for my new crew.  They are all hard working upbeat people and great to work with.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of turmoil and questions for me.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly putting out fires and solving problems.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the faucet on the sink broke resulting in Old Faithful at rush hour.&lt;br /&gt;Who do they turn to?  ME.&lt;br /&gt;I have pretty much seen all, so it didn't even phase me.&lt;br /&gt;Come on guys give me something hard, I said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida is hot and muggy.&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend/fiance has gone North for the summer to work. I am going to enjoy the time by myself and concentrate on my job.  Occasionally visiting with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my 1st SWEATY money the other day.&lt;br /&gt;Yes- a bike rider.  Hot, muggy weather does lead to EXTRA SWEATY money!!!  EEW, GROSS\\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch ya later y'all&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-4036585989919447733?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4036585989919447733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=4036585989919447733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/4036585989919447733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/4036585989919447733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2007/05/welcome-back-coco.html' title='Welcome back Coco'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-2196969728295568623</id><published>2007-05-09T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:09:18.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Position</title><content type='html'>Well-After a long time I finally made it as a Starbucks Manager.&lt;br /&gt;I am running my own store and don't have to put up with all the CRAP customers give me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I am now living on the West Coast of Florida. That is why the absence.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stories of  "new " customers and of retail in the Republican state of Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone still reading this?&lt;br /&gt;Let me know&lt;br /&gt;COCO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-2196969728295568623?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/2196969728295568623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=2196969728295568623' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/2196969728295568623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/2196969728295568623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-new-position.html' title='My new Position'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-1131846189480267111</id><published>2006-12-22T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T17:45:16.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I created a new website</title><content type='html'>The other side of the retail coin.   How bad have your retail experiences been this holiday season?  How bad has the traffic been?  How much are co-workers annoying you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.Youjusttickedmeoff.com"&gt;http://www.Youjusttickedmeoff.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new website that will be up and running soon.  Until then enjoy the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will feel better after a rant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-1131846189480267111?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/1131846189480267111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=1131846189480267111' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/1131846189480267111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/1131846189480267111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-created-new-blog.html' title='I created a new website'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-7901822492877282989</id><published>2006-12-19T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T20:29:42.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult Novelties?</title><content type='html'>Please?  Will someone who has any familiarity at all with Florida, tell me why the state is full of Strip Clubs and Adult Stores.   The billboards on the interstate are full of crocodile wrestling posters and adult store directions.  "LIVE NUDES 2 MILES AHEAD". Maybe they are at the same place as the croc wrestling???&lt;br /&gt;Does it have to do with being a Republican state or is it just in-breeding, Jerry Springer sort of people?&lt;br /&gt;I did notice that there are tons of mobile home parks in the state.  The Adult industry seems to have very  sturdy construction in their buildings unlike a mobile home.  Just remember that tornadoes seem to make a bee-line for the mobile homes first.  You don't often hear on the news about a tornado taking out an adult store.&lt;br /&gt;Funny, but as I sit here thinking about my vacation, Florida comes to mind 1st.  I met some wonderful-delightful people, however what I recall is the billboards.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-7901822492877282989?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7901822492877282989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=7901822492877282989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/7901822492877282989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/7901822492877282989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/12/adult-novelties.html' title='Adult Novelties?'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116629943213591766</id><published>2006-12-16T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T12:03:52.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIsten up Spandex Wearers!</title><content type='html'>OK you know I have a problem with "Sweaty Money".  Here is a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite customers at the Buck came in the other day and showed us his JIMI.&lt;br /&gt; No not that JIMI, but the one he keeps his ID and paper money in and a few credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;It is a really thin plastic wallet that snaps closed and keeps money DRY!!!!!  What a great invention and it saves me a lot of time drying sweaty bills.&lt;br /&gt;He also said that it comes in a favorite Hot PINK color.  Now the yoga women can buy one as well. They always come in with no wallet.  However they pull money out of their sweaty bra top.  After yoga for 1 hour or more do I really want to accept this money?? What do  you think.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the abscence, but I have been soooooo over-worked after vacation that I haven't had extra time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I do have great stories to tell. For example:&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost in  The Great Smokey Mts&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost in Georgia&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Ft Pulaski and Savannah&lt;br /&gt;Waffle House&lt;br /&gt;Cracker Barrell&lt;br /&gt;Staying at the Knights Inn- next to a strip club in Fla&lt;br /&gt;Who new there were so many strip clubs in Fla?&lt;br /&gt;The white sandy beaches of the Gulf&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the airplane stories.  Flights are getting weirder and weirder all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Until next blog&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to work&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays, can I still say Merry Christmas?  PC??&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116629943213591766?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116629943213591766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116629943213591766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116629943213591766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116629943213591766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/12/listen-up-spandex-wearers.html' title='LIsten up Spandex Wearers!'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116543265012186240</id><published>2006-12-06T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T11:17:30.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracker Barrel</title><content type='html'>Anyone been to a Cracker Barrel? It is a chain of restaurants in the South.  They are amazing.  I have found a retail/restaurant experience better than Starbucks for service. They also have  the most unbelievable assortment of throwback merchandise .  Throwback to your childhood things.  Games and candy and yahoo decorations from when you were a kid. The most friendly servers and they  all had great southern accents.  Hard to understand sometimes.  Then there was the iced tea!  Sweet tea or unsweetened?   I guess I am a Yankee if I don't like my tea sweetened.  Whooo , is that tea sweetened!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to work now&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116543265012186240?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116543265012186240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116543265012186240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116543265012186240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116543265012186240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/12/cracker-barrel.html' title='Cracker Barrel'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116538979089874260</id><published>2006-12-05T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:23:11.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Well hello there readers.  I am home safe tonight from my trip.  I forgot to tell about my Fear of Flying thing.  But all is well on the West Coast tonight.&lt;br /&gt;The Waffle House was awesome.  But whoever was right.  Just get WAFFLES!!!&lt;br /&gt;More later, it's been a long, long day.  "What a long strange trip it's been!"&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116538979089874260?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116538979089874260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116538979089874260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116538979089874260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116538979089874260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116454333997944853</id><published>2006-11-26T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T04:15:40.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Coco is away on her road trip.  Will spill all the details when I come back&lt;br /&gt;Have a great 10 days&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116454333997944853?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116454333997944853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116454333997944853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116454333997944853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116454333997944853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/11/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116442098251176049</id><published>2006-11-24T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T18:16:22.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wang Chung??</title><content type='html'>I was listening to VH1 the other day.  The I love the 80's series.  I truly love the 80's music, as well as all other stuff too.  This led to a discussion at the Buck today.  &lt;br /&gt;What the heck is WANG CHUNG?&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know what this is a reference to?&lt;br /&gt;Come on help your baristas out.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great Thanksgiving.  I was sick for it all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116442098251176049?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116442098251176049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116442098251176049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116442098251176049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116442098251176049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/11/wang-chung.html' title='Wang Chung??'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116390272799180956</id><published>2006-11-18T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T18:19:42.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>I am taking a vacation and road tripping down the East Coast. Starting in Philly and ending in Tampa.  Any advice on things not to miss? Places to see or dine while driving? Please don't say Starbucks!  I will for sure visit many!&lt;br /&gt;Yes the boyfriend is going and yes I used my giftcard!&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you readers have seen.&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116390272799180956?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116390272799180956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116390272799180956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116390272799180956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116390272799180956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/11/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116390242499899568</id><published>2006-11-18T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T18:14:19.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Fairs</title><content type='html'>I am so excited!!! NOT.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow is Sunday and there is a Street Fair outside my Bucks. The Fair goes for about 15 blocks and will be directly outside my beloved store.&lt;br /&gt;O what a group of customers we will get tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ever been to a street Fair?  There are so many booths selling junky stuff. Food vendors selling any kind of food you can imagine. Kiddie rides too. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lord help me and my co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be a really long day with all the strange people in town.  The town closes the surrounding streets to allow for more booths and foot traffic.  It is also going to be about 80* degrees which means long lines at my store and GRUMPY customers.&lt;br /&gt;I do love these days at work.  The bonding and teamwork with workers is incredible.  We laugh uproariously at most people in line and what they are wearing.  Especially the "snake" man.  He always comes to the fair with his very large snake around his neck. Do women find that attractive?  NOT me!&lt;br /&gt;I will give you an update tomorrow on the strange and bizarre of So California.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me well&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116390242499899568?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116390242499899568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116390242499899568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116390242499899568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116390242499899568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/11/street-fairs.html' title='Street Fairs'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116354344422675055</id><published>2006-11-14T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T14:30:44.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait till you pay please</title><content type='html'>PLEASE- Don't eat in front of your barista!&lt;br /&gt;How many times does someone order a latte and a muffin and than proceed to chomp down in line before finishing the transaction?  So many!!!&lt;br /&gt;It is really gross and bad manners.  There is a woman who scarfs down an entire piece of crumble coffee cake before she pays.  There are crumbs everywhere. Can't she wait till she is in the car??  No, I think then her car would be messy too.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have to pretend I forgot her pastry and then hand it to her before she leaves the cafe.  See if that will work.  I even commented that the cake is too crumbly to eat standing up.  She told me she was very hungry and needed food right away. &lt;br /&gt;Come on - nobody needs food that bad at 7am in the morning. Do they?&lt;br /&gt;I have to say customers sometimes are pigs with the food and drinks, well, most of the time you are.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116354344422675055?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116354344422675055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116354344422675055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116354344422675055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116354344422675055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/11/wait-till-you-pay-please.html' title='Wait till you pay please'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116348313586626582</id><published>2006-11-13T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:46:18.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How young is too young?</title><content type='html'>Ok - so I got a nibble on that last blog.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How young is too young for a boyfriend or girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a reader said on another blog- if a man dates a younger woman there are no negative comments. The man is looked up to and given lots of Kudos for his choices.  If a woman dates a much younger guy than that is not OK! Lots of comments.  Is it possible to date a younger man without someone thinking it is your son/brother? or perhaps that a younger guy needs a mother figure?  or, What is wrong with that guy, why can't he find someone his own age?&lt;br /&gt;What do you readers think?&lt;br /&gt;Any experience with this older-younger thing?&lt;br /&gt;Need advice please&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116348313586626582?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116348313586626582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116348313586626582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116348313586626582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116348313586626582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-young-is-too-young.html' title='How young is too young?'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116321420113410069</id><published>2006-11-10T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:03:58.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Finale</title><content type='html'>Yes I had a great b'day at work today.  Pretty much everything went wrong at the Buck today but we overcame all obstacles(customers) and made it through.&lt;br /&gt;I actually received 2 cards from customers who really are nice guys and appreciate my humor and approach to my job.  One ran down to the nearby 7-11 and presented me with a card.  Not to mention he is a real hottie but way too young for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That probably could be another blog? Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get a day off tomorrow, going to spend my birthday loot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend sent me georgeous flowers and the envelope I was squeezing did have a gift card in it.  Maybe I'll be wearing new Vicky's Secret to work on Sunday?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116321420113410069?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116321420113410069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116321420113410069' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116321420113410069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116321420113410069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/11/birthday-finale.html' title='Birthday Finale'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116312691988273888</id><published>2006-11-09T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:48:39.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Well tomorrow is my BIRTHDAY!  Happy birthday to me.  &lt;br /&gt;I have to work at the Buck tomorrow at 430am.  I am going to wear a sign that says, "Don't give me any CRAP, it's my birthday".&lt;br /&gt;What do you think the response from customers will be???&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to engender some sympathy for the poor girl working when she should be celebrating on the beach somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have high hopes for my day but maybe I will be pleasantly surprised by my most favorite customers.  Some of them ask me each day "Coco, How are you today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an envelope in the mail from my "long distance" boyfriend today.  I am horrible with  suspense. I found myself squeezing and fondling and trying to figure out what was inside.&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors thought I was weird!  I smiled with anticipation at the possibilities lying in wait in that blue envelope. what is it???&lt;br /&gt;I can't open till the 10th!!!&lt;br /&gt;I will let you readers know if you want???&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's a Vicky's Secret gift card? or a Starbucks card?&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116312691988273888?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116312691988273888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116312691988273888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116312691988273888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116312691988273888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/11/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116304100239508237</id><published>2006-11-08T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T18:57:05.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>The holiday season according to my Starbucks, starts tomorrow, Thursday.  It will be Christmas morning in all your local Starbucks.  I love the holiday season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However  most of my customers will be groaning and complaining about retailers starting too early in the holiday season.  A few years back, so many customers complained to corporate Starbucks about the holiday music starting on November 1st.  Since then we are not allowed to play holiday music till the day after Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;Friends- Do you find any validity in their complaints?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think retailers start the advertising and push into the holiday season too early?&lt;br /&gt;Remember it is retail and we have to make $$$ somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome and embrace the holiday season.  It is coming whether we want it or not!&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116304100239508237?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116304100239508237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116304100239508237' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116304100239508237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116304100239508237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/11/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116277947822994295</id><published>2006-11-05T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T18:17:58.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backing In??</title><content type='html'>I noticed the other day that quite a few men like to back into a parking space.  Why is that?  Instead of fronting in men will wait until all are out of their way and then swing their car/truck around and back in.  Is that so they can make a quick get-away maybe? If so, why are they in such a hurry?&lt;br /&gt;Can  men readers inform us regular driving women please?&lt;br /&gt;What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, today was Sunday and it was beastly at work.&lt;br /&gt;Those church-goers really should be nicer after services don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Monday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116277947822994295?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116277947822994295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116277947822994295' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116277947822994295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116277947822994295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/11/backing-in.html' title='Backing In??'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116269993516705145</id><published>2006-11-04T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T20:12:43.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Directions</title><content type='html'>So, what is with men and directions?  &lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard for men to plan directions before you leave the house?&lt;br /&gt;AND? Why is it sooo hard for men ask for directions when you get lost around town?&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever hear of MAPQUEST???&lt;br /&gt;I theorize that Mapquest was started by women.  We were getting tired of getting lost with our men  and wanted a devious way to get where we were headed without all the drama.&lt;br /&gt;Women figured that since men like the computer so much than Mapquest was just another "tool" for them.  Like a wrench or screwdriver.  Put Mapquest in your toolbox and bring it out when needed.&lt;br /&gt;Do any male readers actually use Mapquest or even a map??&lt;br /&gt;Who uses those helpful AAA maps and guides? Men or Women?&lt;br /&gt;Let us know.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks  &lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116269993516705145?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116269993516705145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116269993516705145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116269993516705145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116269993516705145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/11/directions.html' title='Directions'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116248346468290252</id><published>2006-11-02T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T08:04:24.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diverse or Not?</title><content type='html'>I have several very attractive female workers in my Starbucks.  We serve lots of men each day in our store.  We have a problem and need some tips.&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell if a guy is diverse/gay?  &lt;br /&gt;We have a bunch of good looking guys who come in each day and we are wondering if the are gay. Short of asking, how can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;They look good enough to be male models and wear all the hip clothes but never come in with girls.&lt;br /&gt;They will stay around an talk to us but it never goes any further.&lt;br /&gt;I want to help my friends out here.&lt;br /&gt;We used to have a  barista who had excellent Gadar but he moved to San Franciso.  What a loss, he was a great guy!&lt;br /&gt;So tell us how can we tell???&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116248346468290252?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116248346468290252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116248346468290252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116248346468290252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116248346468290252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/11/diverse-or-not.html' title='Diverse or Not?'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116243617854601740</id><published>2006-11-01T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:56:18.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good/Poor Service</title><content type='html'>I needed to go into the bank today.  I say into because I usually go to the drive-up teller to avoid long lines as well as surly bank employees.&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking of all the places that have less than stellar service.  In my experience Starbucks has exhibited far more friendly service than other businesses.  I do admit I compare my own  business visits by my own store Starbucks standards.  &lt;br /&gt;What I have found out there is severely lacking.&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree???&lt;br /&gt;Think back to the last business transaction.  The bank, the doctor's office,  the DMV, the garden shop, the restaurant where you had lunch.  How did they measure up to your last Latte visit?  &lt;br /&gt;Starbucks does pride itself and rate itself on customer service.  Even going so far as to have Secret Shoppers.  Shoppers who are paid to rate our service, cleanliness and how friendly we are.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about your shopper experience this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate your retail/food service.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116243617854601740?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116243617854601740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116243617854601740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116243617854601740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116243617854601740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/11/goodpoor-service.html' title='Good/Poor Service'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116213434447618016</id><published>2006-10-29T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T07:22:47.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>We are almost to the month of November, my birthday month.  People want to know what I would like for my birthday.  A Starbucks card with tons of $$$ on it!  Don't laugh.  I have never had one and I could use it for when I travel or am not working.  I don't know how you guys pay for this expensive coffee each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my friends and family think I get free coffee wherever I go but it is not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see customers laying down $6 or $7 for each visit in my store.  Times 7 that is a lot of cash! I am happy to see that because it makes my store profitable and my Starbucks stock is still doing well.  O yes I am going to do someting BIG with all my stock some day.  Any ideas???&lt;br /&gt;Going to work on Sunday  AAAARG.&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116213434447618016?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116213434447618016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116213434447618016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116213434447618016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116213434447618016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/10/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116204506665331742</id><published>2006-10-28T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T11:51:58.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather</title><content type='html'>While most of the country is experiencing the fall , we in So California have had a return of the Santa Ana winds.  Hot dry winds that blow and and make allergies flare. It is also hard to breathe because there is so much ash from the fires that are burning nearby.  I am watching the sunrise now and the colors are magnificent because of the ash in the air.It also makes customers more that grumpy!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was particularily strange. Lots of sneezy weird coffee customers.  Lots of people near the beach because it is so warm here.  Still lots of tourists.  I would like my sleepy beach town back, just for 1 week! Tourists go home! I forget sometimes that I live in an area that is a vacation destination. People pay mega bucks for a vacation here.  All I want to do is get out of here.  Cost of living is too high and I don't go to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next year? I can transfer to another Starbucks with seasons!&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Saturday and those in the Northeast- enjoy the rain.  I won't see rain until maybe January or February!&lt;br /&gt;COCO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116204506665331742?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116204506665331742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116204506665331742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116204506665331742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116204506665331742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/10/weather.html' title='Weather'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116152698029293381</id><published>2006-10-22T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:56:39.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buying coffee for others</title><content type='html'>How many men buy beverages for their wives/girlfriends on Sundays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Starbucks is loaded with men who are kindly ordering and paying for these drinks.&lt;br /&gt;However they are so fearful that they are getting it right!  Ladies- lighten up on your guys.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how difficult it is for men to do this?  I see them in line each day afraid that we will laugh at their girly , high maintenance drinks. All they really want is a cup of coffee and to be left alone for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;They know that even if they have the drink ordered correctly , they will probably get yelled at when they get home because it is not to the specifications of the woman.&lt;br /&gt;I see it every Sunday, that would be today! Practically begging the barista to make it "just right".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my  boyfriend brings me a beverage I will be greatful  that I did not have to get dressed and leave the house.  And if he gets me something it will be simple , nothing he has to agonize over.&lt;br /&gt;Sympathy for men today!!!  Now I have to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116152698029293381?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116152698029293381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116152698029293381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116152698029293381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116152698029293381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/10/buying-coffee-for-others.html' title='Buying coffee for others'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116140321549101693</id><published>2006-10-20T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:00:15.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seniors</title><content type='html'>It was a Senior Citizen day today at my coffee shop.  What was going on today?&lt;br /&gt;I have concluded that old people have very little respect for retail workers or people in general.&lt;br /&gt;Many times today I heard ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  " Hon, hurry up with my drink".&lt;br /&gt; "I didn't order that- make me another! "&lt;br /&gt;   "I always have to park so far away!"&lt;br /&gt;" Why do I have to wait for the bathroom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting in my car after work and there was an old man getting in the car next to me. &lt;br /&gt;I was there at my door way before him but he just opened up his passenger  door and hit my door.  I said something to him and he scowled and told me to f**ck myself.  OKAY !  Loony time.&lt;br /&gt;This makes me wonder if anyone else has had problems with Seniors? Car accidents for sure.  I know they always run into me with carts in the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116140321549101693?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116140321549101693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116140321549101693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116140321549101693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116140321549101693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/10/seniors.html' title='Seniors'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116128045437281510</id><published>2006-10-19T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T10:54:14.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What bothers you ???</title><content type='html'>So you are standing in line at  a retail establishment, say Starbucks.  We all have to go somewhere at one time or another. The grocery store,  bank,   the airport or coffee shop, it's all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WAIT WAIT WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you notice about customers or what bothers you the most while waiting?&lt;br /&gt;Do you notice  other people waiting or do you watch the person behind the counter? or maybe you are off in lala land thinking about your girl/boy friend? That would probably be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bothers , what makes you think about climbing over the counter and saying "hey , could you speed it up a bit?".&lt;br /&gt;Let us all know.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the ideas&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116128045437281510?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116128045437281510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116128045437281510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116128045437281510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116128045437281510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-bothers-you.html' title='What bothers you ???'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116113653568038551</id><published>2006-10-17T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:55:35.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Molten Lava ?</title><content type='html'>I have had a rash of customers who've been ordering 200* beverages.&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks teaches us to "just say yes".   So we do.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats men, again.  It is not you ordering these drinks.  It is very picky women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I like to refer to them as MOLTEN LAVA LATTES.&lt;br /&gt;They are very popular in the freezing,  cold area where I live.  San Diego!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so hot it is hard to  handle the milk pouring as well as the handing off.  It is awesome&lt;br /&gt;to call out these drinks and have other customers guffaw and joke as the Molten Lava MORON picks up their beverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they proceed to insert a straw into the drink hole and sip away!  How many times have I heard - " OH, this is too hot to drink now".&lt;br /&gt;So what's a girl to do?  Just smile and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116113653568038551?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116113653568038551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116113653568038551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116113653568038551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116113653568038551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/10/molten-lava.html' title='Molten Lava ?'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116095636122190499</id><published>2006-10-15T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T16:52:41.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Distance relationships</title><content type='html'>Do they work?   Can long distance relationships work out?&lt;br /&gt;I want your opinions because I am in one.  &lt;br /&gt;East Coast vs West Coast.&lt;br /&gt;I can see why they don't work out - however if there is a finite date for the 2&lt;br /&gt;to finally be together would that help the distance?  I think it sounds more reasonable to me to say "ok in a year we will move where ever and finally this will be over".&lt;br /&gt;Am I just deluding myself?  HELP ME?????&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116095636122190499?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116095636122190499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116095636122190499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116095636122190499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116095636122190499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/10/long-distance-relationships.html' title='Long Distance relationships'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116084168709157029</id><published>2006-10-14T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T09:01:27.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>I love the rain.  Living in So California we don't get much of it.  Yesterday was a blustery and rainy day.  Sometimes it bring out the worst in customers. I guess they don't like waiting in traffic the freeways. They stop in for a coffee at my Bucks and they are on their way.  I noticed that women tend to be grumpier in the rain.  Congrats guys!  you lose this one!&lt;br /&gt;How many beverages did I have to re-make yesterday because the woman customer was too grumpy to tell us EXACTLY what she wanted in her high maintenance bev?  Too many.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the end of your world if it rains, it is just a little water.  It isn't going to ruin your hair or make-up.  And please get off your cell phone. No one on the East Coast wants to hear about our rain.  It rains there all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Also I tend to think that women are grumpier in general in the am. Why is that?  I am so used to being up early for work that I am not grumpy.  HaHa  I get paid to get up early and serve grumpy people.  The irony in that!&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116084168709157029?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116084168709157029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116084168709157029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116084168709157029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116084168709157029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/10/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116070783493806399</id><published>2006-10-12T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:50:34.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flossing</title><content type='html'>I was working the other day at the Buck , tidying up the restroom.  I found a wad of dental floss on the floor.  I guess someone felt the need for a little mid-day dental  pick-me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of driving to work the other morning and watching a man flossing in his car. It was pretty gross to watch.  Not to mention dangerous to other drivers. Maybe far worse than mascara because floss requires 2 hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the 411 on bathroom grooming in autos?  Are we all doing it?&lt;br /&gt;Let me know&lt;br /&gt;Have a good dental Friday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116070783493806399?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116070783493806399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116070783493806399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116070783493806399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116070783493806399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/10/flossing.html' title='Flossing'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116061040355457657</id><published>2006-10-11T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:46:43.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't eat in front of me</title><content type='html'>So- Do you normally purchase a tasty treat to go with your coffee?  If you do , please keep it in the bag to eat after you are done paying.   I don't want to see anyone, man or woman, chowing on their muffin while I take their money.  There are muffin crumbs and grease all over the money or credit cards. &lt;br /&gt;Talk about sweaty money this is "food falling from my mouth"money!&lt;br /&gt;Also people seem to think it is ok to make conversation with their mouths stuffed full of scone.&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to understand  what you are saying with  a glob of pastry hanging from your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't your parents teach you anything?&lt;br /&gt;I think that as soon as we leave the parental home that all our manners are left behind.   I am sure we all see bad manners  everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you are seeing out there in retail land.&lt;br /&gt;have a good Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116061040355457657?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116061040355457657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116061040355457657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116061040355457657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116061040355457657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-eat-in-front-of-me.html' title='Don&apos;t eat in front of me'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116036668572604146</id><published>2006-10-08T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:04:45.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Sundays at the Buck</title><content type='html'>Everyone who know me know that I am one of the few people who love their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;Except for SUNDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;The nastiest, crankiest, dumbest, never been to a coffee shop in their life people arrive at my counter.  It is torture for all.&lt;br /&gt;How many times today did someone wait in line and then when arriving to place an order they can't decide!  Oh my God it is just coffee not brain surgery!  Don't try something new, just get what you always get.  And by the way, try and have your money ready when ordering.  Don't wait till the last possible moment and then open your huge sack of a purse and rifle in there for correct change.  Customers in line behind you really hate you at this point and it is a good possibility that you are getting decaf instead of that real caffeine that you sooooo needed.&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds really unimportant but these people slow down the efficiency and speed that I am judged upon and must maintain  as a manager.&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to my Monday off and I am not paying EXACT change for anything tomorrow.  I will be speedy when ordering my latte and move right along. &lt;br /&gt;I would love me as a customer!&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116036668572604146?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116036668572604146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116036668572604146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116036668572604146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116036668572604146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-sundays-at-buck.html' title='I Hate Sundays at the Buck'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116015300378421223</id><published>2006-10-06T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T09:43:23.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit a nerve?</title><content type='html'>Seems like I hit a sore spot with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;You don't like it when women critique your performances?&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell who was responding to my last blog, man or woman.&lt;br /&gt;2 comments seem to be from men.&lt;br /&gt;Men who are upset with their kind for not being able to satisfy women.&lt;br /&gt;What's going on out there with you guys?&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116015300378421223?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116015300378421223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116015300378421223' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116015300378421223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116015300378421223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/10/hit-nerve.html' title='Hit a nerve?'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-116010398060141962</id><published>2006-10-05T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T20:06:20.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peculiar men</title><content type='html'>Did you ever watch a man fixing his coffee or latte at the bar at Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;There are many choices of add-ins at the condiment bar to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;Several milk choices as well as flavorings to add to their cups.&lt;br /&gt;I find it amusing to watch men add into their cups. I find the ones who take the longest the strangest.  They take forever and stir and add and stir and add and stir and add.  Tasting as they go along.  Sometimes working on their brew for more than 5 -10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;This makes me wonder how they manage their lives?  Especially with a woman in bed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Excuse me honey- could you move 3 inches to the left?&lt;br /&gt;Honey -could you put your hand a little lower?&lt;br /&gt;O no- we have to move this way.&lt;br /&gt;Okay now we are too close to the edge of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;Picky Picky and peculiar!&lt;br /&gt;Met any of these picky, anal guys yet?&lt;br /&gt;Have a fabulous October all&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-116010398060141962?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/116010398060141962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=116010398060141962' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116010398060141962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/116010398060141962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/10/peculiar-men.html' title='Peculiar men'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115990373996237899</id><published>2006-10-03T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:28:59.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruits and Nuts</title><content type='html'>I have a friend from the East Coast who thinks that California is full of Fruits and Nuts. That is CRAZY people.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115990373996237899?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115990373996237899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115990373996237899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115990373996237899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115990373996237899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/10/fruits-and-nuts.html' title='Fruits and Nuts'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115965807312403813</id><published>2006-09-30T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T16:14:33.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parties cont.</title><content type='html'>So how old do you have to be, to stop pot smoking and move along with your life?&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the party from last night.&lt;br /&gt;We are not talking 20 yr olds, but at least 50 years old and up.&lt;br /&gt;I am not quite that old yet and I thought perhaps some of these party goers should make some other choices.&lt;br /&gt;I  felt like I was back in college in my dorm.  Just waiting for the someone in authority to tell us to stop.  We were the people of authority.&lt;br /&gt;I think my objection comes when there are teens of the partiers in attendance and they see their parents lighting up.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone out there encounter older people who do not want to grow up?&lt;br /&gt;This is a whole new subject for me.  let me know.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;br /&gt;coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115965807312403813?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115965807312403813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115965807312403813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115965807312403813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115965807312403813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/09/parties-cont.html' title='Parties cont.'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115957947699107824</id><published>2006-09-29T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T18:24:37.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parties?</title><content type='html'>Ya gotta love a party. &lt;br /&gt;After working all week a friend from our Starbucks is  throwing a Party. &lt;br /&gt;I just love getting together with work friends to talk and dish the dirt on ourselves and customers as well. &lt;br /&gt;I am not getting paid to be nice or flirt so i don't have to do anything but show up and have some tasty beverages.  sounds like a plan.&lt;br /&gt;However I have to get up at 345am to work tomorrow morning.  How much fun and how much trouble can I get into if I have to get up early?  I can tell you now I will be hurting in the am.&lt;br /&gt;So how many readers get up early for work?&lt;br /&gt;Does that get in the way of your dating or partying?&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how you do it.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Saturday-last of September&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115957947699107824?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115957947699107824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115957947699107824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115957947699107824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115957947699107824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/09/parties.html' title='Parties?'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115938307348830017</id><published>2006-09-27T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T11:52:06.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hires - who will survive?</title><content type='html'>I got some New workers starting this week at my Starbucks store.  Men and women.  Any bets on who lasts the longest?&lt;br /&gt;I have my ideas but we will see.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Wednesday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115938307348830017?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115938307348830017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115938307348830017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115938307348830017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115938307348830017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-hires-who-will-survive.html' title='New Hires - who will survive?'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115930970796640052</id><published>2006-09-26T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:28:27.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's just not into me</title><content type='html'>So guys,  what do you do with a woman you are not into?&lt;br /&gt;She is interested but you are not.&lt;br /&gt;I see this happen all the time at work.  A guy is dating a girl.  she thinks all is well but then the phone calls stop as well as the texts or emails.&lt;br /&gt;Why do guys who are too busy or not interested feel like they need to string us along?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they just say they are "just not into you.?&lt;br /&gt;Is it cowardly or is it an ego thing?&lt;br /&gt;Please clear this up for women&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115930970796640052?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115930970796640052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115930970796640052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115930970796640052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115930970796640052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/09/hes-just-not-into-me.html' title='He&apos;s just not into me'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115889324842067715</id><published>2006-09-21T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:47:28.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a request from a recent blog.&lt;br /&gt;Do women or men feel jealous when entering a relationship  where their partner has remained friends with ex's ?&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when your friends, male or female are still friends with the ex?  jealous, unhappy or is it okay that they remain friends.&lt;br /&gt;How would I feel?  I think at first I would be jealous and would have to keep an eye on time spent alone with the ex.  perhaps I would want to be asked along when there was contact with the 2.  After I saw the dynamics than I suppose that I would be ok, but I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;How about you readers.  Time for some feedback&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Friday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115889324842067715?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115889324842067715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115889324842067715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115889324842067715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115889324842067715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-request-from-recent-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115871551213788854</id><published>2006-09-19T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T18:25:12.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hires</title><content type='html'>Hey we just hired 2 new employees at my Starbucks.  They are both women.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that women workers tend to stay  with the job longer than men.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why ?&lt;br /&gt;Women tend to know how to multitask better than men. They don't get as frustrated as men and sometimes have a perkier disposition then men.&lt;br /&gt;I do say that women  bring more tips in than you guys.  Nothing men love more than a women in short skirt and some cleavage showing.  Serve then up a nice latte and they have the beginning of a great day.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115871551213788854?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115871551213788854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115871551213788854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115871551213788854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115871551213788854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-hires.html' title='New Hires'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115854088920088994</id><published>2006-09-17T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T17:54:49.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Waiting</title><content type='html'>So tell me how a person couldn't possibly see the 5 customers waiting ahead of them in the bathroom line?&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I see it everyday.  Someone who doesn't feel like they should have to wait in the bathroom line.&lt;br /&gt;They pass right in fromt of all waiting and try the locked door.  Then all the people in line inform them that there is a line.  Can't they see the line?&lt;br /&gt;Explain this to me. &lt;br /&gt;Then I hear ... "I'll just be a minute" or " I don't have time to wait, can I go in first?"&lt;br /&gt;There was just this close to a brawl this morning between a man and woman.  The man decided that he didn't want to wait.  The woman wouldn't back down, good for her.&lt;br /&gt;We all were watching behind the counter as well as many customers. &lt;br /&gt;Don't people realize that when they are being an ass that the whole world is watching them?&lt;br /&gt;Another Sunday at the Buck.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115854088920088994?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115854088920088994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115854088920088994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115854088920088994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115854088920088994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/09/bathroom-waiting.html' title='Bathroom Waiting'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115828579820439848</id><published>2006-09-14T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:03:18.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bluetooth</title><content type='html'>Ok  here I go on a rant again.&lt;br /&gt;About what you ask???  The #*@*  Bluetooth.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the rude customers that insist on finishing their conversation while trying to order a latte.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you talking to me?"  or some random caller?&lt;br /&gt;Just put the phone down, or the caller on hold or God forbid, just hang up and return the call later.&lt;br /&gt;How many urgent calls are you getting or making in the time it takes to make a latte or get a cup of coffee.  Get lives all of you, away from the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to invent a jammer, but I am sure somewhere some intelligence agency has already come up with one.  I want that technology everywhere there is potential for rudeness.&lt;br /&gt;Well, be careful the next time you order with a Bluetooth on your ear.  The coffee you order may not be quite what it appears to be.  HaHa&lt;br /&gt;Did I hear someone say DECAF?&lt;br /&gt;Have a cell phone free Friday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115828579820439848?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115828579820439848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115828579820439848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115828579820439848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115828579820439848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/09/bluetooth.html' title='Bluetooth'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115803433440554591</id><published>2006-09-11T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:12:14.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends?</title><content type='html'>Ok guys, here is the question.&lt;br /&gt;Can women and men remain "friends" after a relationship ends?&lt;br /&gt;So many women I know have relationships that have ended and invariably the man wants to remain "friends".  What is the point?&lt;br /&gt;All those memories and past shared experiences.  I think it is too painful.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe men think differently so please tell us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115803433440554591?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115803433440554591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115803433440554591' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115803433440554591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115803433440554591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/09/friends.html' title='Friends?'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115749141831856255</id><published>2006-09-05T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:23:38.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't people want to work anymore?</title><content type='html'>Ok the secret is out.  Yes  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I work at a Starbucks locations.  Believe me after all the stores  I have worked in they are all pretty much the same customer wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my complaint today are the people we hire and then soon after they decide to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people do not have the same work ethic these days.  I suspect , at least around my area, it has to do with the upbringing.  So many people I hire have a car and credit cards provided by parents.  Wonder why it is too much trouble to get up and go to work each day !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting tired of it.  It seems like there is no one looking for work anymore. People just want everything handed to them with little effort on their part.&lt;br /&gt;Well I have a few interviews coming up this week.  Let's see how they go.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the rant&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115749141831856255?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115749141831856255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115749141831856255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115749141831856255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115749141831856255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-people-want-to-work-anymore.html' title='Don&apos;t people want to work anymore?'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115733710720317339</id><published>2006-09-03T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:31:47.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog fights</title><content type='html'>When you are serving up Lattes and Cappucinos each day there is nothing like the sound of snarling, barking and yelping dogs to make you happy!&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.  I would almost have the arrogant spandex wearing men in line than the animal customers.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a Sunday at the coffee shop and that means take your animals and have coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Well I really don't care that you have a cute expensive dog.  You need to leave them at home so customers can sit and enjoy a cup of coffee in peace.  Maybe read the newspaper or have a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;It was so noisy with battling and yelping dogs that I had several customers complain to me.  Of course I had to tell dog owners to leash their dogs.  Never a good conversation!&lt;br /&gt;Neither is telling them that their dogs are annoying other people and their children.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have we all heard  " O my dog is gentle , it never bites"?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes honey they all have the potential to bite.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been bitten by a dog?  IT HURTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Any readers have trouble with animals in shops?  Let us know.&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy September&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115733710720317339?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115733710720317339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115733710720317339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115733710720317339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115733710720317339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/09/dog-fights.html' title='Dog fights'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115706571923884570</id><published>2006-08-31T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T16:08:39.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeless</title><content type='html'>So what is it about the dawn of a new day that brings the homeless from their resting places?  I opened my coffeeshop at 5am this morning and by 515am there had been at least 3 homeless in to wash up in my bathroom.  They kind of sneak in the door and stay for awhile in the bathroom.  I had many complaints about the state of the bathroom after.  No one wants to clean up after themselves even the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;Before you tell me what a horrible, unfeeling person I am let me tell you what I have to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;Homeless solicit in front of my store and customers walk away.  Bad for business.  At 5am when it is dark, no one wants to be solicited in the dark.  Ok= maybe for a ton more money maybe.&lt;br /&gt;If i won't give them a free coffee because they are "down on their luck" I get merchandise thrown at me and get cursed at worse than a sailor can.  The police are my friends.  I have to call them on a regular basis.  At least now at 5am I can see their police cars at the curb watching out for us in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired of it.  I really don't think I get paid enough to deal with the homeless who are a little loony as well.  Some are downright creepy .  Maybe I could get paid sometype of battle pay.&lt;br /&gt;I just had a hard morning and had to rant.&lt;br /&gt;Good news: the day is done&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: i have to do it all over again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115706571923884570?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115706571923884570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115706571923884570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115706571923884570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115706571923884570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/08/homeless.html' title='Homeless'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115699519469685100</id><published>2006-08-30T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:33:14.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirting</title><content type='html'>How many of us do it, flirt, that is?&lt;br /&gt;I am just a naturally friendly person.  In my coffeeshop job I am paid to be friendly and outgoing.  I am paid to take an interest in you and have you leave the shop feeling good. I am so good at it I am not aware anymore that I am friendly.&lt;br /&gt; However I have been called the biggest flirt in our shop.  I guess it comes so naturally to me I don't know I am being flirty.&lt;br /&gt;Herein lies the problem.&lt;br /&gt;I don't consider my behavior flirting.  But my co-workers just look at me and say "there she goes again! ".   "Can you teach me how to flirt" .  "How does she know all those people"?&lt;br /&gt;How do you know someone is flirting??&lt;br /&gt;Guys and girls, how do you know?  Do you find yourself flirting often? With whom?&lt;br /&gt;Let's compare our flirting techiques&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115699519469685100?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115699519469685100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115699519469685100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115699519469685100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115699519469685100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/08/flirting.html' title='Flirting'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115694768625223043</id><published>2006-08-30T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T07:21:26.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power</title><content type='html'>Let's stay with the same relationship theme.&lt;br /&gt;We were talking the coffee shop yesterday about who has the power in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Usually it is one or the other, the man or woman. I suspect that most of the time the man is dictating the rules and the game plan for two.  I wonder why women are so inclined to give up their power or their say in a relationship because they are afraid that the man will leave.&lt;br /&gt;It is frustarating to see this in other women.  I think I see it in myself and am getting mad at me!&lt;br /&gt;I think your Coco has woken up and has had enough.  I want to take back the power. So readers ,  How do I do it?  It can't be that hard?&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to work and serve up Lattes and whatever you men want.  So you better behave today because I am going to use my power today.  Don't give me any crap and all will be well in coffeeland.&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115694768625223043?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115694768625223043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115694768625223043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115694768625223043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115694768625223043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/08/power.html' title='Power'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115690055242538017</id><published>2006-08-29T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T18:15:52.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we still be friends?</title><content type='html'>Here is my dilemma today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After a break-up in a relationship can men and women still be friends.&lt;br /&gt;I hear this a lot from men I know.  They want to continue on with the friend aspect but the women are too invested in the romantic, physical side of the relationship to just have a "friend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had numerous discussions with co-workers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think women hold onto grudges and resentments too long to continue a friendship.  It is hard for us to let go of the hurt a break-up causes as well as the blame.&lt;br /&gt;Men seem to be able to let it all go.&lt;br /&gt; What do you readers think?  I really need some advice here!&lt;br /&gt;Hurry - Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115690055242538017?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115690055242538017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115690055242538017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115690055242538017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115690055242538017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/08/can-we-still-be-friends.html' title='Can we still be friends?'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115672715911529084</id><published>2006-08-27T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:05:59.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Sex</title><content type='html'>I notice more than a few customers on their cell phones these days.&lt;br /&gt;Are they  really having a business conversation while waiting for their lattes? or are they standing off in the corner having an intimate phone sex conversation with someone?&lt;br /&gt;  How many of you out there are actually having phone sex while waiting at the coffee shop, grocery store or elsewhere while running errands.  Does the boss know what you are using the company minutes for?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I see cars pulled off to the side of the road and someone on their phones.   At least they have pulled over and are not "finishing" while in traffic.  Could you imagine explaining to the EMT/Highway Patrol  why your pants were unzipped!&lt;br /&gt;Come on confess and tell me the stories.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great phone conversation all!&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115672715911529084?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115672715911529084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115672715911529084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115672715911529084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115672715911529084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/08/phone-sex.html' title='Phone Sex'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115595053066959937</id><published>2006-08-18T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:22:10.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacations</title><content type='html'>So how do you decide what to do for vacations?&lt;br /&gt;I notice that men seem to want a more active, touring or sporty kind of vacation&lt;br /&gt;It seems that women would like to sightsee and just lay around on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;That is what I notice from my customers when queried about what they did for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;What do you readers advise for a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Are the men and women readers divided similar to my observations?&lt;br /&gt;Let us know what you did on your Summer Vacations.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the last weeks of summer. Although where I live it's always summer !!!&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115595053066959937?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115595053066959937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115595053066959937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115595053066959937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115595053066959937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/08/vacations.html' title='Vacations'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115584247158688782</id><published>2006-08-17T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T12:21:11.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Sweaty $$$$$</title><content type='html'>Well imagine my surprise this week whan a woman ordered her tasty beverage and pulled a sweaty credit card out of her jog bra !!!!!   YEEEW  Gross   !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes I apologize to men out there.  I guess I hadn't run into a woman who would do this.&lt;br /&gt;Also in the same week a woman who had been at a nearby Yoga studio pulled out a $20 from her bra to pay for her beverage.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I am sorry it is wet, I didn't have any place for a wallet"  was the response.&lt;br /&gt;It is getting to the point that I want to run from  any "exercising"  customer that comes in my shop.&lt;br /&gt;What are people thinking out there?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should try and experiment and tell them I will not accept any money that is wet.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a bank is allowed to do that.  anyone know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a dry Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115584247158688782?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115584247158688782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115584247158688782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115584247158688782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115584247158688782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/08/womens-sweaty.html' title='Women&apos;s Sweaty $$$$$'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115577716361049353</id><published>2006-08-16T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T18:12:43.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women know First</title><content type='html'>So why do women know the break-up is coming before the man?&lt;br /&gt;Are we just "more in touch with our feelings" ?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we are more in touch with "his feelings".&lt;br /&gt;Guys really are very adept at blaming everyone but themselves.  I suppose that is a natural defense.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like  couples are spliting up all around me and I sure hear it across the counter at my shop each day.  I really don't want to hear about his/her girlfriend or why the split happened.  I just serve you coffee each day I am not your therapist! However I could charge extra for that latte.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a separate line for coffee and therapy.  Somewhat like Lucy in Charlie Brown.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115577716361049353?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115577716361049353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115577716361049353' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115577716361049353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115577716361049353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/08/women-know-first.html' title='Women know First'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115535157826656141</id><published>2006-08-11T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T19:59:38.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>I also noticed that a really "friendly "reader has commented several times and led us to his/her poker website.  I need to be getting some payments for the free advertising.&lt;br /&gt; How bout it Mr Poker?&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115535157826656141?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115535157826656141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115535157826656141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115535157826656141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115535157826656141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/08/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115535144755865229</id><published>2006-08-11T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T19:57:27.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I despise Passwords and Usernames !!!!!</title><content type='html'>Welcome me back to the blogging world. &lt;br /&gt;I was on vacation for 2 weeks= not near a computer= in Maine.  That is not to say that there are no computers in Maine but there were no plugs in our campsite for the laptop!!!  Not to mention a wireless internet.&lt;br /&gt;When I returned something happened to my system. &lt;br /&gt;PURE  EVIL&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't log onto my blog and had to do the resetting thing for username and password.&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to be writing again I hope I haven't lost readers.&lt;br /&gt;keep coming back to read and I'll try to catch up on all the coffee talk.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115535144755865229?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115535144755865229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115535144755865229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115535144755865229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115535144755865229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-despise-passwords-and-usernames.html' title='I despise Passwords and Usernames !!!!!'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115335873563520747</id><published>2006-07-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:25:35.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On-line</title><content type='html'>I really hate internet probs.  My internet was down for 5 days .  Today I had to wait from 8am to 8pm at my home so the internet cableguy could look at the equipment.  HaHa  loved that Cable Guy movie!  The problem he thought was the modem and fixed us right up and now we are all happy.&lt;br /&gt;What are some of your repairman horror stories?&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be back&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115335873563520747?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115335873563520747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115335873563520747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115335873563520747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115335873563520747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-on-line.html' title='Back On-line'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115291643677324097</id><published>2006-07-14T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T15:33:56.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exile Island</title><content type='html'>Any Survivor watchers out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a game at the coffee shop today.  Which customers would you send to Exile Island?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In Survivor you get voted there by your teammates.  In our Coffeeshop Survivor ,The barista gets to vote you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well- lets say that there were many customers that got voted out today to Exile Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were crabby, rude, know-it alls, those were the men.  The women had fake boobs, teased hair and chewed wads of gum and talked on their "pink razor" phones about their weekend plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the kids! So many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in  your real life who would you send to Exile Island? Family, co-workers, your boss or maybe the guy on the freeway?&lt;br /&gt;Let us know. &lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115291643677324097?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115291643677324097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115291643677324097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115291643677324097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115291643677324097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/07/exile-island.html' title='Exile Island'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115263396766691975</id><published>2006-07-11T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T09:06:07.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave your pets at home please</title><content type='html'>Ok here is my public service annoncement.      LEAVE YOUR PETS AT HOME DO NOT TAKE THEM TO THE COFFEE SHOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman came in today and was in a very big hurry for her soy beverage.  She was impatient waiting in a small line to order her drink.  While waiting for me to make her drink she asked me if I could hurry because she "left her Cat in the car".  She proceeded to tell me it was very hot outside and also how hot it was for her cat in the car. She then asked how long it takes to steam milk and to do it quickly so she could get to her cat.&lt;br /&gt;After making her tasty beverage she than said "oh good, now my cat will be happy I am finished".   What I really wanted to say was "maybe your cat would be happy if you left it at home instead of your death trap of a car!  I really wanted to take her license # and call Animal Protection.  She got away too fast.&lt;br /&gt;What do you readers think.?Leave pets at home or not????&lt;br /&gt;I myself have 2 cats so I am an animal lover.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115263396766691975?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115263396766691975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115263396766691975' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115263396766691975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115263396766691975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/07/leave-your-pets-at-home-please.html' title='Leave your pets at home please'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115250019328772299</id><published>2006-07-09T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T19:56:33.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Coloring?</title><content type='html'>There seems to be a trend among men to Color their hair?  What do we think of this?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think men should go bald instead of getting an unatural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the "surfers".  The pseudo surfers who bleach their hair but somehow seem, to never get themselves in the ocean.  It is just a look, a fashion statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seeing a bunch of older men who insist on the Donald Trump "comb-over". &lt;br /&gt;Then there are the toupee wearers.  I actually had one these "toupee" guys hit on me the other day.  I politely suggested that he "lose the rug" and maybe get a Corvette and then he would have more of a chance with women.  Maybe drop a few coins in the tip jar as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know most drivers of expensive sporty cars are  bald and in their 50's.  Middle age crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My middle age crisis was a tattoo.  I won't tell you where.  You'll have to guess.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Monday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115250019328772299?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115250019328772299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115250019328772299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115250019328772299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115250019328772299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/07/hair-coloring.html' title='Hair Coloring?'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115224395751820724</id><published>2006-07-06T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T20:53:05.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Talk</title><content type='html'>I often like to ask people this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE TO HAVE COFFEE WITH SOMEONE DEAD OR ALIVE, WHO WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get some really interesting and inciteful answers.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to have coffee and talk to Johnny Cash.&lt;br /&gt;I think after viewing the movie of his life that he would be really interesting to talk to.  He lived through so much and made the most of his talents through much adversity.  I want to know what motivated him and I'd have lots of questions for him about his world growing up.&lt;br /&gt;I just loved Walk the Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do my readers say?  Let me hear who you would have coffee with.&lt;br /&gt;Someone religious, political , a world leader, Jesus or maybe a relative?&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Friday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115224395751820724?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115224395751820724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115224395751820724' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115224395751820724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115224395751820724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/07/coffee-talk.html' title='Coffee Talk'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115120778236824949</id><published>2006-06-24T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T20:56:22.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spandex Wearing Man</title><content type='html'>I just had to re-run this blog. The weather has been very warm and there have been a ton of cyclists this weekend. Men- please read and take some friendly advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What women doesn't love spandex ? It is a miracle material. It is able to smooth out a body and make us look put together. It is stretchy and feels good. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However Spandex wasn't made for men !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a Staurday at work which means the bicyclists were out on the road. They were also buying coffee at the cafe'. I have seen way too much bike clothes this weekend for a lifetime. The funny thing about these spandex wearing men is that they think they look good in bike pants!&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you THEY DO NOT look good. Believe me no one wants to see every lump and bump on your body. It is not attractive. The majority of you guys shouldn't be on a bike you are so out of shape. The rest of you are so full of yourselves that you deliberately show off your "package" to anyone. You show it to little babies, to teens, to other bikers and yes you are showing "all" to grandmothers as well. Please do everyone a favor and cover your pudgy, lumpy self up! Well, that was certainly a rant wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to talk about the bicyclist "sweaty money". You can just imagine how their money ends up sweaty if they can't carry a wallet in their spandex shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually ran the sweaty money blog back in March and got a lots of very negative response, from cyclists. I guess they don't like to read what others observe about their behavior.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115120778236824949?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115120778236824949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115120778236824949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115120778236824949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115120778236824949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/06/spandex-wearing-man.html' title='Spandex Wearing Man'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115111250058414388</id><published>2006-06-23T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T18:28:20.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What you smell like</title><content type='html'>One of my first customers at the coffee shop today , at 5:05am was a man.  Let me tell you , there is nothing more attractive than a guy smelling like Bounce fabric softener.  JUST KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;I just don't like that odor.  I could smell him coming in the door even with the aroma of coffee everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell him that Bounce comes  unscented so it won't ruin your romantic Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;What do you ladies think of this smell of Bounce on a guy?   I think a little Obsession would be preferable to Bounce.  You sure don't see the munufacturers of Bounce selling it in an after shower lotion or after shave product.&lt;br /&gt;A scenario at a local bar might go like this:&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Jack- What is that cologne you are wearing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well Sara- I just rubbed Bounce fabric softener all over my skin.  It is less expensive than Old Spice"&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115111250058414388?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115111250058414388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115111250058414388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115111250058414388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115111250058414388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-you-smell-like.html' title='What you smell like'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115091445270678268</id><published>2006-06-21T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:27:32.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How many readers?</title><content type='html'>I would like to get a handle on my blog and see where it is going.  I know I have readers but I don't know how many.  I love all your comments as well.  You guys are so honest and funny.  I wish you were all my customers!&lt;br /&gt;When you read could you please comment in some way so I can gauge how many of you there are?&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to make some $$$ from this so I don't have to schlep coffee forever.&lt;br /&gt;Anything you want to read about Women??.  I am one and can give you good insight into our thoughts and thought process.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great thursday- my day off.&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115091445270678268?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115091445270678268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115091445270678268' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115091445270678268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115091445270678268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-many-readers.html' title='How many readers?'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115086079935763318</id><published>2006-06-20T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:33:19.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursing Mothers</title><content type='html'>Well we seem to have had a rash of mothers at our coffee shop who insist on whipping out their breast to nurse their precious babies.  It isn't all that bad except several of them refuse to cover up and  be discreet about it.  I know this is the age old controversy. Breast feeding in public.&lt;br /&gt;It bothered a group of men so much in  a meeting outside my shop today that they felt the need to switch tables.  Everyone could see the "breast" from quite a bit away.&lt;br /&gt;So what do you say? Or do you say anything?&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me ma'am,  would you like a latte with that breast?"&lt;br /&gt;" Could I get your baby a biscotti to go with that breast milk?"&lt;br /&gt;" You are annoying our customers, could you cover up please?"&lt;br /&gt;I even heard the comment, "indecent exposure".  Call the police.&lt;br /&gt;I could just see the 911 call now and the sheriff showing up.&lt;br /&gt;"Where is the perp?"  O - officer she is sitting in that chair with her baby.&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think. Cover up or let it all hang out.  I think my "porno" guy from the other day would have enjoyed the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;Have a fabulous Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115086079935763318?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115086079935763318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115086079935763318' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115086079935763318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115086079935763318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/06/nursing-mothers.html' title='Nursing Mothers'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115068665992091592</id><published>2006-06-18T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T20:10:59.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Reading</title><content type='html'>Well , here I am again after an incredibly tough Sunday at work.  Not only was it Father's Day, we also had to handle to after "church" crowd.  Again not a good combination.&lt;br /&gt;So = I noticed that men like to use our bathrooms. A lot!  They also like to take things to read into the public bathroom.  I always know not to follow a guy who has a newspaper in hand into the bathroom.  You guys treat the public restroom just like your own bathroom at home.&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sakes, there are lots of people waiting in line for the bathroom on a Sunday.  Could you save the newspaper reading till you get home? Even if there is no paper available to read,  you can see the guys taking store brochures in with them.  After I get around to pick up the bathroom the brochures and newspapers are on the floor by the toilet.  Come on people.  At least put your reading material away!&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes we should move our newspaper rack right into the bathroom, next to the toilet.  Would that be better for everyone?  Would we than have to provide those cute "bathroom reading books" for the back of the toilet?  Or maybe some crossword puzzles or Soduku?&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week and Happy Father's Day to all men readers&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115068665992091592?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115068665992091592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115068665992091592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115068665992091592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115068665992091592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/06/bathroom-reading.html' title='Bathroom Reading'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115060102797494004</id><published>2006-06-17T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T20:25:12.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COFFEE and PORNO</title><content type='html'>Another one for the books today.&lt;br /&gt;A customer came to complain about a gentleman outside of our shop who was looking at "pornography". I asked her what she was seeing and she told me= naked women on the computer monitor.&lt;br /&gt;Well- I walked to the window to observe what this man was looking at and there were no photos on his screen. He was using out wireless service and paying for it as well. I returned later to spy and "o my goodness" there they were . There were thumbnail shots and then he clicked and they became larger photos of naked women. We thought maybe he was a photographer because he was not having an obvious reaction to viewing these photos. Let's just say, his shorts still fit and were not too tight!&lt;br /&gt;So what about it guys? I know you like to look at naked women, but does it have to be on a busy patio with lots and lots of people around?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? should he have done this at home? I guess he can't look at a library anymore. What is my readers reaction to this? Any ideas about what was going on today?&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115060102797494004?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115060102797494004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115060102797494004' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115060102797494004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115060102797494004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/06/coffee-and-porno.html' title='COFFEE and PORNO'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115042720957183292</id><published>2006-06-15T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T20:06:49.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicky's Secret is Evil?</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting conversation with a co-worker, a man, today.  We were talking about the women who come into the shop to buy coffee on the way to the beach. &lt;br /&gt;Well, a few of them had swimsuits on that looked like they came from Victoria's Secret.  I thought that for their age that they looked awesome in the clothes or little bit of clothes they were wearing.&lt;br /&gt;I than said to him that women's swimsuits were very expensive even for just a wee bit of cloth. Just as underwear from Victoria's Secret is expensive for wee bit of coverage.&lt;br /&gt;He then blasted the idea of selling clothing such as these that he thought were "evil".  He didn't think that women should be in a catalogue mostly naked selling underwear.  What kind of an example is that for our world, he said.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to free enterprise?  Just like Howard Stern or really obnoxious talk radio- JUST TURN IT OFF!  You don't have to listen and you don't have to look at women in bikinis buying coffee.  Look the other way or hand the customer over to me and I won't judge what they are wearing or where they buy it.&lt;br /&gt;Heck - I might just go buy some new stuff at Vicky's Secret this weekend!  But not a bikini, I am a bit old for that.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that you guys can band together to blast my co-worker and his opinions.&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear it and I will show him the response&lt;br /&gt;Good Friday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115042720957183292?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115042720957183292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115042720957183292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115042720957183292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115042720957183292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/06/vickys-secret-is-evil.html' title='Vicky&apos;s Secret is Evil?'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-115033457005533907</id><published>2006-06-14T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:23:27.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting your girlfriend?</title><content type='html'>Well there is an interesting practice taking place in my shop. Now my men customers want the baristas to meet their girlfriends . I think we have become part of the family now. something akin to meeting the parents. I notice this especially on a Saturday and especially Sunday morning when the couples are waiting in line,usually a long line. You can see them way back in line "making out" with their girlfriends they got lucky with last night. We just want ot tell them to "get a room". Really cut out the public affection in my shop!&lt;br /&gt;Then they reach the counter and of course I have to make conversation and be nice.&lt;br /&gt;"How are you today"&lt;br /&gt;"I am great .  Meet my girlfriend.  I got laid last night".  I'm buying whatever she wants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you are , she just gave you a great night!&lt;br /&gt;These turn into the women who stare daggers at us because we pay attention to their man. Believe me honey- if you knew the habits of this guy, you would flee into the parking lot and never look back.&lt;br /&gt;Please end up your dates or weekends in someone else's coffee shop. Make out and grab his crotch in the car BEFORE coffee. Or better yet.....&lt;br /&gt;BREW AT HOME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Notice this,  this weekend when y'all are out shopping .&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-115033457005533907?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/115033457005533907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=115033457005533907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115033457005533907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/115033457005533907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/06/meeting-your-girlfriend.html' title='Meeting your girlfriend?'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-114982422841288066</id><published>2006-06-08T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T20:37:08.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress your Age</title><content type='html'>I just have to talk about this alarming trend of Mom's trying to dress like their daughters.  There have been in the past month a good many moms and daughters in to buy coffee in the shop.  More than I would like to see, the mom's are wearing belly shirts and jeans or skirts that the moms should not be even trying to wear at their age and body type.  Moms also have navel piercings and wear g-strings hanging out of their jeans.  I think many times the daughters are embarrassed to be seen with mom.  The girls want young guys to look at them = don't look at my mom!&lt;br /&gt;Along with the clothes goes the plastic surgery, the boobs, the collagen, the fake poofy hair, the waxings and the attitude.   That goes for both moms and daughters.&lt;br /&gt;At the shop we discuss what type of example these moms are projecting for their daughters.  Of course this is Southern beach community, California.  I really don't think anyone realizes that this is  an unreal world we live in here.  Most of the rest of the country is not as image conscious or materialistic as we are.  So what happens to these women when they go off to school or move away for any reason.  Do they still crave the attention?  Do they find a new plastic surgeon?&lt;br /&gt;I do have the teenage daughter. And no I don't dress like her.  I do have some similar clothes but I just mix and match them a little differently so my daughter isn't embarrassed with me.  And yes-  we do things together, like go to the coffee shop and check out other people and what they are wearing.&lt;br /&gt;So guys- you get a break tonight.  I don't see a lot of men dressing like their sons.  Also, not a lot of enhancements with you guys either.  Congrats&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Friday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-114982422841288066?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114982422841288066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=114982422841288066' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114982422841288066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114982422841288066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/06/dress-your-age.html' title='Dress your Age'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-114925527835090547</id><published>2006-06-02T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T06:34:38.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation for men</title><content type='html'>I just have to share with you something from my shop.  We are trying to find someone who would be suitable for our "Customer of the Month".  To think, after all my griping about men, that the only nominees are MEN!&lt;br /&gt;My co-workers are nominating their favorite customers and there are no women nominees as of yet.  We are trying to think of suitable women but our women customers are pretty bitchy.  You know the type.  Enhanced everything;  Sometimes we at work like to count the fake boobs we see in a day.  Sometimes I wonder if any women are real anymore?  How much have they spent on themselves to upkeep their look?&lt;br /&gt;So congratulations guys.  You rock in the customer appreciation area.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-114925527835090547?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114925527835090547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=114925527835090547' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114925527835090547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114925527835090547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/06/appreciation-for-men.html' title='Appreciation for men'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-114921060908045912</id><published>2006-06-01T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T18:10:09.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men with long hair</title><content type='html'>In addition to men with earrings now I seem to have had a rash of men customers in the coffee shop with long hair.  You guys please help me understand about this long hair thing.&lt;br /&gt;There is a guy with hair as long as his butt.  He wears it long and flowing.  I want to ask how he keeps it so shiny.  Is that a subject to discuss while waiting for your latte?  &lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me- What products do you use on your hair?  It really looks a lot fuller and nicer, not to mention, a lot more shiny than mine."  Everyone would be rolling with laughter in the shop!&lt;br /&gt;There are also the older guys again that I think should act their age.  They have a long style ponytail however they are bald up on top!  I just want to say.  "Hey you- your hair is growing in reverse. Did you realize that?  Maybe they should get it cut in back and reattach it up on the top of their head.  If you are bald on top , go bald all the way.  Women generally like that look.  I do.&lt;br /&gt;What is it with you guys and your hair?&lt;br /&gt; I commented in my earring blog about dating a guy with a smaller butt than mine. I would not do it.  I also would not date a guy with longer hair than mine.  I suspect that too much time would be spent waiting for him to fix his hair.  That is my area of expertise!&lt;br /&gt;So talk to me please!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Friday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-114921060908045912?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114921060908045912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=114921060908045912' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114921060908045912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114921060908045912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/06/men-with-long-hair.html' title='Men with long hair'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-114911437740709114</id><published>2006-05-31T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T15:27:03.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earrings For Men???</title><content type='html'>So I was at work today and a discussion topic arose.  At what age should men stop wearing earrings?   There were several men customers buying coffee today with earrings.  Most were the ear stretching kind that you find in the beach towns.  I'll admit  they did take some getting used to.  However there were also some older gentlemen with earrings that that my partners and I found a little Silly.&lt;br /&gt;As I always say I don't want to date a guy with a smaller butt than mine or with earrings larger than mine!&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that maybe a little chip in the ear, maybe something tasteful would be allright.  What I saw today was a bit strange.  Some kind of skull and crossbones in an ear of a well dressed man.  Would you really feel good about sealing a deal with a guy like this?  I would be a little leary about signing contracts and handing over millions of dollars to someone with the "mark of the devil".&lt;br /&gt;There was also an earring looking like a devil's horn .  I was taught that it is impolite to stare so I couldn't really get a good look at it.  I think he was sitting outside on an internet date. That is a whole other subject right there.&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think about these earrings.  Should these older guys just take it out and act their age?  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-114911437740709114?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114911437740709114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=114911437740709114' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114911437740709114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114911437740709114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/05/earrings-for-men.html' title='Earrings For Men???'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-114853234352486669</id><published>2006-05-24T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:45:43.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sling Blade</title><content type='html'>OK here is another weirdo at night.  This guy has been coming in on my nights in the coffee shop and talks just like Billy Bob in Sling Blade.  He stares at me and makes really strange grunting noises.  I give him his refill for the fifth time and I had turn him away at 915pm after we closed the doors.&lt;br /&gt;Really creepy.&lt;br /&gt;I never really liked that character in Sling Blade or Billy Bob. Both a lot crazy right?&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping he is harmless or maybe he is a friend of Phone Sex guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a question for you guys.  Why do men grunt all the time?  Even in a conversation?  Is it that you are too tired to speak correctly? or maybe it is the hour of the day?&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-114853234352486669?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114853234352486669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=114853234352486669' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114853234352486669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114853234352486669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/05/sling-blade.html' title='Sling Blade'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-114840254079885134</id><published>2006-05-23T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T09:42:20.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealous Women</title><content type='html'>In my coffee shop I have noticed that women get very jealous and give me the evil eye when I pay attention to their "man". Somehow, the comment  "What can I get you to drink this morning" is translated into " I want you and leave the girlfriend".  I am just doing my job and being friendly.  These guys just eat it up and flirt like crazy and their girlfriends get more mad by the minute!  By the time the couple is out the door there is silent treatment or the woman is telling the guy to stop talking to the barista.  The whole time I am getting the evil eye from said girlfriend.  I guess I don't have to mention, no tip either!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am less demanding than the girlfriend.  I only want to know what they want to drink.  I am not asking for marriage or a new car or dinner and a movie.  At the end of the transaction I am giving a tasty beverage prepared with a great attitude.  &lt;br /&gt;Maybe women should be less demanding like a barista. Although, I only get to spend 5 minutes with your guy.  You however have to spend a lifetime with him.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-114840254079885134?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114840254079885134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=114840254079885134' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114840254079885134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114840254079885134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/05/jealous-women.html' title='Jealous Women'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-114826921427237359</id><published>2006-05-21T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:41:32.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Sex</title><content type='html'>Working at night is always a gamble.  Most of the time the coffee shop is quiet and customers are upbeat and happy.  I experienced a new "happy" customer on Friday night. There we were serving up lattes and cappucinos and in ran a man who asked if he could use our restroom. Our usual response was "if it is unlocked you can use it".  He sure was in a hurry that night.  He then announced to us that he needed the restroom because he was having PHONE SEX!  My partner that night responded, "of course you can use the restroom, just don't make a mess!"&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the shop was howling laughing and wanted to listen at the door to what was going on in the restroom.  I was just dreading the time when I would have to clean the restroom at the end of the night.  Just what was I to find in there?  Well, he really was quite quick in there, maybe 5 minutes.  Must have been quick phone sex.&lt;br /&gt;Then I wondered how many people are having phone sex in their cars in traffic? in elevators, in restaurant restrooms.  The list could be endless.&lt;br /&gt;"Pardon me I have to pull off the freeway. Could you hold that sexy thought till I get to a restroom?"&lt;br /&gt;You tow truck drivers beware.  When trying to aid cars that seem to be broken down on the highway, better knock on the window first. I know the next time I pass a car pulled over I will be thinking about phone sex, especially if the driver is alone!&lt;br /&gt;Ponder that thought while you go about your Monday.  Have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-114826921427237359?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114826921427237359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=114826921427237359' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114826921427237359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114826921427237359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/05/phone-sex.html' title='Phone Sex'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-114808821493496785</id><published>2006-05-19T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T18:23:34.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor at 5am??</title><content type='html'>It is hard  to get up at 4:00 am to work sometimes.  I would like to see most of you do it.  I have been getting up at 4am for the past 4 years as part of my job.  My coffee shop opens at 5:00 am and I enjoy the early hour with some of my favorite customers.  However there have appeared in the last few months a few memorable guys who seem to think that 5:00 am is a good time to try out their humor on women.&lt;br /&gt;We of couse want to say go home to your wife or girlfriend because you are sooo not funny.&lt;br /&gt;For example: the guy who likes to joke about the front page of the daily newspaper.  He then proceeds to clue us in on his laughter.  I don't know what is humorous about the earthquakes  or floods in New England.  Do you?&lt;br /&gt;While wishing him a good day, he then jokingly tells us "there you go telling me what kind of day to have".&lt;br /&gt;Well today I informed him that it is part of my job to wish people a good day and send them on their "happy" way.  I also told him that it was not a requirement to have a good day and that he could have any kind of day he wanted.  He didn't get the humor.  I am not surprised because he only wants people to laugh at his jokes!&lt;br /&gt;Please gentlemen, as the saying goes, if you can't stand the heat.....&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to try to make me laugh at 5:00 in the morning believe me I will give humor back at you as fast as I can.  There isn't very much I haven't heard over coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Saturday but only if you want to!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-114808821493496785?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114808821493496785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=114808821493496785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114808821493496785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114808821493496785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/05/humor-at-5am.html' title='Humor at 5am??'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-114792624270061275</id><published>2006-05-17T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:24:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Murse</title><content type='html'>I have had it with men carrying purses.  Men's purses that is.  The MURSE.&lt;br /&gt;Coming tomorrow.  Leave your paperwork and notes and cell phone in the car wihile you get coffee!  I am going to rant about this on Thursday for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-114792624270061275?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114792624270061275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=114792624270061275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114792624270061275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114792624270061275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/05/murse.html' title='The Murse'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-114791508494582898</id><published>2006-05-17T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:18:04.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Measuring Men</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed that men use their fingers and hands when making measurements? &lt;br /&gt;Serving coffee all day long leads me to believe that men have a finger fixation.  For instance, measuring the amount of empty space at the top of a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Here is how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;Coco: What can I get for you today?&lt;br /&gt;Man : I need a coffee with that much room.&lt;br /&gt;(customer then uses his fingers to indicate how much space he wants in his cup)&lt;br /&gt;Coco: Would you like 3 inches of space in that coffee?&lt;br /&gt;Man: No I would like that much space.(again indicating the amount with fingers, which is exactly 3 inches)&lt;br /&gt;This goes on all day long.  It makes me wonder what else they are measuring with their fingers. &lt;br /&gt; Are they measuring at the gas station?  Can I have about 5 inches of gas today?  Or are they using #'s?&lt;br /&gt;Are they measuring at the Deli?  Can I have that much roast beef?  Or using lbs?&lt;br /&gt;Are they measuring at the ballpark?  Do you want a regular hot dog or a foot-long?  I guess there they would need to measure with their arms!&lt;br /&gt;So how do they measure their erection size? With their fingers or with words? &lt;br /&gt;" Well honey, I am 6 inches today".  Or do they use their fingers to demonstrate how many inches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think perhaps I had way too much time on my hands at work today.  But in all fairness this led to a fun discussion with the girls at work.&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think?  Is the measuring thing true.  Watch for this trait next time you measure.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;COCO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-114791508494582898?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114791508494582898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=114791508494582898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114791508494582898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114791508494582898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/05/measuring-men.html' title='Measuring Men'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-114757668686049884</id><published>2006-05-13T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T20:19:40.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No We're Not Together !!!</title><content type='html'>I run into this behavior time and time again in different  situations.&lt;br /&gt;Here is how it goes...&lt;br /&gt;2 men come into the shop and order coffee drinks with each other.  I ask them if they are "together".. You should see how offended they become.  They immediately proclaim , We are not "together".  How offended they become and insistant they are not "together".  I then have to rephrase the question, "Are you two paying together today?".  What is with you guys?  I am not asking about your sexual preference, only trying to charge you for your drinks. It is really funny because while waiting for their yummy beverages these men will NOT stand together or wait next to each other.  They wait in different corners or one will wait outside.&lt;br /&gt;I have also seen this behavior in movie theaters.  When 2 or more guys see a movie together they will not sit next to each other.  They will sit every other seat and take up a whole aisle.  Why can't you guys just sit next to each other at the movies.  In the theater they have to yell at each other over the extra seats between each other.&lt;br /&gt; This creates a big disturbance for all others. Not to mention using extra seats.  Maybe you guys should then buy 2 movie tickets for extra seats.&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed this on my vacation.  My flight had men travelling alone.  I noticed that every once in awhile men would request a seat change if they were positioned next to another male..  Either to an empty seat or next to a woman. And no it wasn't to sit next to a babe.  It was grandmotherly types they moved next to.&lt;br /&gt;Guys I don't think you are diverse if you pay/sit next to or watch a movie with another guy.  I don't think other people think that either.  Am I right.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Wish me a Happy Mother's Day.  Yes 3 times over!&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-114757668686049884?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114757668686049884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=114757668686049884' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114757668686049884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114757668686049884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-were-not-together.html' title='No We&apos;re Not Together !!!'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-114740282616094005</id><published>2006-05-11T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:00:26.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Enema?</title><content type='html'>What an unbelievable interaction I had today with a customer.  I have to say "cheers" to you men.  This woman customer wins the prize of all time from me. A man would never do this!&lt;br /&gt;She walked in and bought  a pound of our Organic coffee beans.  I asked her what type of grind she wanted me to grind her beans on.  She than said "ENEMA GRIND!" I kid you not.  I looked at her and said OK, no joke, what grind would you like.  She repeated the enema word and I told her I  was not familiar with "Enema Grind" . Apparently she is brewing coffee to use as a cleansing enema.  She was so happy with her organic coffee she had bought previously that she decided to up her purchase to 2 lbs today. My partners at work couldn't stop laughing when she left and the  customers  following her were quite confused as to how the coffee enema works.  It led to lots of rude and crude discussions this afternoon.  It was absolutley wonderful trying to imagine how the whole process works and why she needed 2 lbs of coffee. Organic even.  I just wanted to ask her if a nice French Roast would do the trick!  Or perhaps a muffin would go well with the organic beans.&lt;br /&gt;What a day.  Does anyone know much about this coffee enema thing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Friday  &lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-114740282616094005?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114740282616094005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=114740282616094005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114740282616094005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114740282616094005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/05/coffee-enema.html' title='Coffee Enema?'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-114724566055081394</id><published>2006-05-10T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T00:21:00.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone needs a break.</title><content type='html'>I am back from vacation in Colorado. I visited many great sites and coffee shops.  Guess what?  The world of coffee shops is pretty much the same elsewhere.  I have some good blogs upcoming as soon as I recover from vacation!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-114724566055081394?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114724566055081394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=114724566055081394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114724566055081394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114724566055081394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/05/everyone-needs-break.html' title='Everyone needs a break.'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-114654994754448325</id><published>2006-05-01T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T07:22:56.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Man</title><content type='html'>Happy May&lt;br /&gt;Today was my night to work late at the coffee shop.  Night time always brings out the freaks.  Why aren't people home at 9pm at night.  Why are they out buying coffee?  That is the time when the lonely people come out! tonight was no exception.  Of course my trouble customer tonight was a MAN, a CRAZY Man!&lt;br /&gt;I actually encountered him yesterday but he returned tomight.  I almost called 911 but he ran away too fast.&lt;br /&gt;He stared and leered and pestered my partner and I for awhile and then stared some more and leered more.  He then made obscene noises and smacked his lips and made elephant noises.  O what a treat for us.  I took it as an ordinary night with the crazies at my shop.  However he started telling my girl partner that she looked like his ex-wife who he killed.  He also described other things to her.  By the time I got to him he was crossing the street and yelling at the trees on the other side.  Never a quiet night where I work!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Why are my CRAZIES predominantely male?  Very few crazy women out there that I see.  However there is the bag lady.  She carries around grocery bags that are stuffed with more grocery bags.  About 10 of them.  &lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow is back to a normal day shift at the shop.  Back to my normal rude, sometimes lewd and  mostly obnoxious customers.  What a relief!&lt;br /&gt;I am going on vacation for a week and I hope I get some good blogs while I am away.&lt;br /&gt;When I return I think I will tell you about the kind and fun male customers, my regulars that DO put a smile on my face. Maybe I'll tell you the story of how I met my honey at the shop one lonely Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-114654994754448325?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114654994754448325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=114654994754448325' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114654994754448325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114654994754448325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/05/crazy-man.html' title='Crazy Man'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-114644328803278392</id><published>2006-04-30T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T17:29:47.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In a Purse?</title><content type='html'>Well- I know this blog is mainly about men I meet everyday but I can't resist this subject.  I have seen it so many times I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this: &lt;br /&gt;Woman comes in for a coffee beverage, usually something very involved.  She then proceeds to prop her purse on the counter to pay and leaves it wide open for all humanity to see what's inside.  Do you think she wants all to see the following...?&lt;br /&gt;Her birth control pills, her stash of pot, her baggie of cocaine, her tampax, her hair curlers, o my gosh what else is in there?  I thought I had seen it all the other day when a customer propped her purse, took out her wallet and a DOG jumped out.  Scared the crap out of me!!!!  You all know that I have a particular problem with animals in my store.&lt;br /&gt;She said that she didn't want to leave her little precious in the car.  Well how about leaving it at home?  &lt;br /&gt;I guess this is one time that I am glad to have men customers with no purses.  However there is always the man-purse or the murse.  What do you readers think about the "murse"&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Monday&lt;br /&gt;COCO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-114644328803278392?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114644328803278392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=114644328803278392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114644328803278392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114644328803278392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-in-purse.html' title='What&apos;s In a Purse?'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-114627537188869188</id><published>2006-04-28T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T18:51:14.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birdman</title><content type='html'>I am  following up on a blog from last month, Chic Magnet.  I was at work today and saw the Birdman.  Yes the Birdman.  I kid you not! Here is the deal.&lt;br /&gt;He arrives at the coffee shop and leaves his bird outside sitting on a chair.  I guess the bird is reserving his seat. Birdman knows if I am at work he is not allowed to bring  his pet in my shop.  It is against Health Dept rules and is just plain gross to see poop and feathers flying around. Birdman than proceeds  into the shop and orders a Mocha  coffee drink.  He takes the drink on outside and sits in the chair and watches the  girls pass by.  Well, after awhile you notice that the bird is whistling at the women passing into the coffee shop.  They all stop to see who is whistling and find out that it is the bird.  Every comment I hear is "What a pretty bird".  This guy is so full of crap. Bird Crap.  The bird has been sitting on his shoulder for hours and there is poop all over his sleeve and on the pavement.  Can't these girls see this???? &lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell you Birdman shares his Mocha beverage with his buddy . Every now and again you can see the bird's head diving into the paper cup.  There must be a law against hyping an unsuspecting bird with caffeine.  That is just cruel.   &lt;br /&gt;This whole scenario goes on for hours.  Bird slurping, whistling and me cleaning up the bird crap.  &lt;br /&gt;Any readers seen birdman in your local coffee shop?  Would you fall for the bird magnet if you heard the whistling?&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;We are having a Street Fair outside my coffee shop all weekend.  I guarantee I will see some amazing behaviors in the next 48 hrs.  Maybe Snakeman will return.  Do you think he knows Birdman?&lt;br /&gt;Coco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23951794-114627537188869188?l=cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/feeds/114627537188869188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23951794&amp;postID=114627537188869188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114627537188869188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23951794/posts/default/114627537188869188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cocoscafethebook.blogspot.com/2006/04/birdman.html' title='Birdman'/><author><name>CoCo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04626551605956415665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23951794.post-114598405047177613</id><published>2006-04-25T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:54:10.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Cars But No Cash</title><content type='html'>I have noticed a trend in the past few months in my coffee shop.  Men who drive really, really nice cars and somehow have forgotten their wallets and are unable to pay for their beverages.  These are also the customers who insist on taking all of their change  even the .05 cents  and pennies and putting it in their pockets,  Would it be so hard to give the .05 or penny towards a tip for your barista for our fabulous service? Do you need that change to finance your car?&lt;br /&gt;I  overheard a women customer talking about the  men who drive these really nice cars, the Porsches,Audi's, Ferrari's and other cars you see on the freeway.  Her observation was that they have great cars but they are leased.  When you date them you find out they have very little cash and live in very teeny apartments. A hot date would be a walk on the beach where they make sure to park as far away so they don't have to pay for a parking meter. I guess that explains the "oops I forgot my wallet" trick.  They are spending so much on cars that they can't afford a coffee beverage during the day. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe men need to rethink their priorities.  Is that car really that important to your image? What is important in life?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to hear about any sightings. 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