Each time I walk past the New St shop the manager and her blonde side kick are usually fagging it and screeching loudly with laughter outside the shop. I was sat waiting for toast I'd ordered, the ladies inside we're run ragged as customers were waiting, then when the manager had finished her drink and food and cigarettes, she just left her plates and cups and sauntered back inside. My toast got burnt, it's the second time now. Walking past all the smoke is enough in itself but I won't be going back to buy anything.
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