
When I worked at that Starbucks across from Lehman Brothers on 49th, the day trader scrotes that came in every day would always paw the "impulse items" at the registers- gift cards, little butter cookies, CDs, whatever. Part of an employee's responsibilities before they go on break is to cross around to the front of the register and wipe the finger prints off all that shit with a bar rag, which is good to know if you're buying little impulse butter cookies at the register in a Manhattan Starbucks. For a time, Starbucks carried and sold this Jimi [...]