I think you may agree. My former employer, vs. this:
In a short, sheer, baby-doll negligee and coordinated pink panties,
Candice Law is dressed to work at a drive-through espresso stand in
Tukwila, and she is working it.
Customers pull their trucks up to the window, where Law greets each
with an affectionate nickname, blows kisses, and vamps about as she
steams milk for a mocha. "You want whipped cream?" she asks, a sly
smile playing on her pierced lip.
The next customer rolls up, and Law throws a long leg onto the window sill, like an indie-rock ballerina at the barre.
"Do you like my leg warmers?" she asks. "Aren't they hot?"
Because of the times, the economy, I will resist my commentary. Girls, make those tips while you can. Save the money.