I'm spending a lot of time in coffee shops lately. I take my laptop and background materials, find a nice table and generate billable hours. I like coffee shops, even though I generally drink iced tea rather than coffee. I like the background noise and gentle pace, and it gets me out of the house.
Which is why I was interested in this particular entrepreneurial innovation: the topless coffee shop.
As I am wont to do when matters of this sort come up, I imagined myself a customer of the Grand View Topless Coffee Shop, sitting at a table along the wall, my laptop plugged in and stuff spread out over the table as I worked. And it occurred to me that it would take about five minutes for the toplessness of the waitresses to become a non-issue, or even kind of depressing. Thinking about a slow afternoon, the staff just kind of killing time and a couple of slackers like me hanging out: there's really nothing sexy about it.
I did get a kick out of a couple of things about the story, though. First, one of the waitresses is 43 years old. And, second, the local community activist against public nudity is named Paula Furbush. I smiled when I read that.