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| - I used to go here all the time just to get an espresso when I lived in the neighborhood. Like, almost every day, since I lived so close.
BUT THEN ONE DAY (after I'd moved further away) I went in because I was trying to meet up with a friend and my phone doesn't have data, so I was hoping to just pop in to use the wifi. I was fine with buying something if I needed to, but if I could get away with not buying anything, that would've been great (but again, not necessary. Very fine with buying something.)
I was looking at my phone to see if it connected to the wifi automatically (since I'd connected to it ages ago). It hadn't, so I glanced up to the little plaque where I knew they kept the wifi.
As I did that, the young guy behind the counter came over, made eye contact with me, then flipped the wifi plaque down so I couldn't read it.
I was super baffled. Upon him coming over, I was planning on ordering something just to be polite. But he did that so quickly that I didn't even have a chance to start a dialogue. After a few seconds of looking at the drink menu and laughing uncomfortably, I changed my mind. "You know what? No. I'm not ordering anything from you," I said. Because that was such a power trip he played. If I ordered something, I would have then had to then ask him for the wifi. And I'm done with mediocre white men acting like they have power over me. It would have taken him literally zero effort to make my day a tiny bit easier.
So, if you're the kinda short generic looking young guy who works at the Presse on Saint Catherine, just know you're kindof a jerk and should rethink how you instinctively treat people.
Also Presse is a mediocre chain. Go somewhere else for coffee and paninis.
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