I spend 8 hours a day at different Starbucks in Los Angeles. I see and hear astounding things. Here are the stories of the people who treat the coffee shop as their office, living room, bedroom, and shrink’s couch.
The first “service dog” scam I ever saw was at a Starbucks on Ventura and Coldwater a couple of years ago. A woman in her 50s brought in her fluffy poodle, which wore an orange vest that had the word “Helper” handwritten in unsteady block letters. “What kind of helper dog is?” I asked. Normally, […]