Down with "sexpresso"!!

I'm sure you've heard of this by now, but a new kind of coffee bar has been receiving a lot of media attention lately. These cafes do not pride themselves on serving the best, most exquisite cappuccinos, no sir-ee. Their primary draw is that the baristas are scantily clad women. Oh. My. God. But it was only a matter of time, right?
I just read an LA Times article about this cafe in the Seattle suburbs called the Sweet Spot Cafe. The girls behind the counter wear bikinis and tight dresses and all that crap. You should really Google it, it's pretty extraordinary. The special drinks they serve have names like "The Wet Dream" and "Sexual Mix." Can you imagine? This day and age- unbelievable.
But I'll tell you, when I read that these girls, who are paid just above minimum wage, can earn up to $200 in tips during a 7 hour shift, I nearly wet myself. Could I stoop to that level if the price was right? The answer is no: partly because I'm not at all endowed in the bosom area and no greasy trucker wants to shell out for flat-chested service, and partly because it would be gross. As it is, when the occasional slobby male customer gives me more attention than necessary I freeze up and act stupid because I don't know the right way to handle it and it makes me feel funny.
The only way I can accept the existence of these kinds of cafes is to simply place them in a separate category from where I work. I can't imagine that there's much similarity in the way the businesses are run. Who knows how good the drinks are? Can a man even taste what he's drinking if he's busy drooling into the tip jar, a massive erection poking through his jeans? I permit myself to judge the quality of an institution by the quality of its clientele.
My boss is aware of this trend- but I think she kind of likes the idea. I'm crossing my fingers that this new way of customer service doesn't sweep the nation and make its way over to the east coast. I just don't know what I'd do.