Cafe culture in Kensington

It was a hipster day for me. I sat down at my local leftist cafe with mismatched chairs, read a book, enjoyed my coffee, had my cookies, and tipped that smiling barrister behind the counter.

While a can of open paint was set on the counter top and a conscientious painter was running green paint over the airduct very carefully. I know he was doing it carefully because the lady at the counter said, "careful yeah." That's all the customers need for assurance. I heard it and was like, ok now i dont think any green paint, whether in droplet, dust or spray form, is going to reach my nose, or any of the 1000s of cookies, pastries, coffee, sugar, or milk flasks directly below and around the painter dude.