The hilarity when secrecy and customer service collide. I kind of want to work for the CIA Starbucks, not gonna lie.
If it weren’t in the middle of no where, being able to drink coffee with analyists and international go-betweens, intelligence experts, and cartographers practicing new languages and getting interviewed sounds just about ideal.
“The baristas go through rigorous interviews and background checks and need to be escorted by agency “minders” to leave their work area. There are no frequent-customer award cards, because officials fear the data stored on the cards could be mined by marketers and fall into the wrong hands, outing secret agents.”
Perhaps I’m just a sucker for a secret.
Pomelo girl thoughts 