The breast cappuccino ever
“I was running a coffee shop in the early '90s in a nutty-crunchy part of San Diego. We had a regular customer, a young mom, who would bring in a Mason jar with milk in it and ask if we would make a cappuccino for her with her milk. After a while of doing this, the baristas realized it was her own breast milk. They refused to serve her, and asked that I talk to her. I sat down and politely explained that we could no longer make drinks with 'her milk.'.She was puzzled. I explained that many would consider us steaming her breast milk a health violation. She cracked up, it was rice milk. It's still awkward when I run into this person on the street.”
Come at me, bra!
“One time an old woman asked if I was wearing a bra, then full-on grabbed my boob. If it was a dude I would have freaked the fuck out, but since it was an older woman I was lost in emotion. Then she went and had sex in the bathroom and another server walked in on them."