MEN ARE FROM.... ?

So a colleague tells me this morning about her attempt to get a coffee at a Orchard Road cafe over the weekend. (Please note, some readers may find bits of the story that follow somewhat disturbing/disgusting/both of the above/remotely enjoyable). Anyways, her hubby goes inside to pick up the caffeine, and she notices a young guy next to her, who sits down, pushes his chair as far under the table as he can manage, puts a file on his lap and a piece of paper on the table. One hand's holding the pen, and the other disappears under the table, following which he, well........ yes...... to a girl in a spaghetti-strapped top a coupla tables down. Meanwhile, friend's hubby comes back with a vanilla ice blended for her, which, well, she's not too keen on drinking anymore, for obvious reasons... and of course, after the guy semi-spasms over his table, she's completely blown away that he's done this. In the middle of the city. In the middle of the day. In full view. The husband: He can't believe that the guy didn't even buy a coffee. Art