Watching a Bro chat up a woman as she adds milk and sugar to her iced coffee. She’s oblivious to the line behind her, he’s indifferent.
Patrons push past them. She smiles, sips her drink. He writes his details on a napkin. She pockets the napkin. Eventually, her friend breaks it up, and they leave.
For the next hour, I watch the Bro run the same game on three other women at the milk station. None of those women take his number, but he writes a new napkin each time.
Evidently, this Bro recycles his pickup routine, but not his napkins.