That, right there, is a little taste of The Room, either the greatest or worst film ever made, depending on your inclinations at the moment.
But I'm not just sharing... whatever that is, for kicks.
Talking about money often gets that reaction. It's confidential, you see, so private that even the utmost in private (wink wink) affairs takes conversational precedent.
"How much did you make last year?" is an awful invasion of privacy, whereas "Hey did you (blank) that (blank) last night?" is somehow fine.
Sprudge is asking about money though, and it's worth answering. You even get to remain anonymous, so there's no sense in avoiding it.
The results - if I may be so bold as to hazard a guess - will likely reveal that baristas are somewhere between broke and fucking broke, perhaps leaning towards the latter. But the details matter, and I'm curious to see how it plays out. We know that baristas live on bread and water; but can we, perhaps, afford artisan whole grain bread and Italian sparkling water - or are we doomed to Wonderbread and tap?