Larry the Table Guy

At precisely 3:05pm, day after day, week after week, Larry would enter Jane’s Java Joint, order an extra-wet triple shot cappuccino and sit down at a table facing the front door. Then, every time a woman entered the coffee shop, he would make rather exaggerated and quite unpleasant slurping noises into his mug while staring at her breasts.

In a final, desperate attempt to stave off her shop’s falling sales and impending bankruptcy, Jane became sponsor of a local women’s fastpitch softball team and invited them over for a free coffee at precisely 3:10pm.

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