i work in a pot cafe in downtown vancouver bc.
The main money makers of the cafe are tourists, but we have our regulars.
There are certain dynamics of the cafe in which still entertain and fullfill me somewhat.
But i swear that every transaction crushes me down just a little bit more.
Something about losing your intuitive awnsers for programed ones. Something about the monotonous actions occuring over and over, occasionally broken up by the crack head i have to throw out.
Would you like a small or a large?