I imagine that the story-telling girl was just getting off her shift, since she was wearing a coat.  She was leaning on the table where the apple-pie machine was, with her back to me.  In the middle of a sentence, she sneezed full on on the apple-pie machine and wiped her nose.  None of the other employees batted an eye.
I had my coffee at Starbucks.
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