Prosticoffee

I don't know if this phenomenon is unique to the northwest or what, but it's seriously getting on my nerves.

We have stripper coffee shacks. Slutty java huts? Whatever you call them, we have them. It's gotten so prevalent that places which don't take off their clothes feel required to post signs so people are aware of it. Really? There are that many people who like staring at cleavage and ripped fishnets first thing in the morning?

Patrick accidentally wound up at one once. He'd been trying to find the normal one a block down and forgot where it was. They have really deceptive names sometimes. The latest one we saw this morning driving down Aurora was Gourmet Latte, which sounded fine on the outside but then had some girl in a hot pink bikini leaning out of it. At 8:15AM! Usually the stripper ones have names like Chicka Latte or Divacup or something, but every once in a while you'll get blindsided. He made eye contact the entire time and felt mortified by the whole thing.

That's my good Idaho husband! I do love me an old-fashioned country boy.

A few of them have been busted for actual prostitution or flashing or whatever the charge is for that. Public indecency for cash? I don't know. But I avoid them like they've got plague (and they probably do, or at least syphilis).

It's always too early for this kind of thing.