I’m sitting in PJ’s coffee shop not to be confused with sitting in pajamas which I would totally be doing if TW’s car wasn’t unhappy. But TW’s car IS unhappy and so it’s at the car doctor – not the dealer doctor because I refuse to step foot in that dealership ever again. Instead, it’s at a repair shop a little way from PJ’s.
TW and I first went to PJ’s shortly after they opened last summer. We were not overly impressed. Today, I’m liking it better. Besides it being incredibly convenient to the car doctor, it has not been crowded (though it is getting busier), it was not expensive, the spinach and feta croissant was excellent. Also, the barristas wandering around in jester hats for Mardi Gras are amusing. Also, eavesdropping on all of the women who have entered the shop for the first time, that is interesting.
One woman asked the chicks behind the register if they had to clean up after themselves. One woman was having an orgasm over some caramel pastry that the manager convincer her to try. There’s another woman speaking what sounds like Italian to another woman who is speaking only English. The Italian woman will occasionally say something in Italian and the other woman will say NO I prefer English. It’s a little weird.
Anyway, PJ’s has been nice. There are worse places to hang out during car doctor visits. I should know, I’ve experienced quite a few of them.
How’s the car?
PJ’s sounds interesting.