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F*ck you I won't do whatcha tell me!
...Unless you pay me $10, in which case I'll apparently do what you tell me for like an hour.
"The sign says that the juice is fresh squeezed, and I didn't see you juicing any oranges back there after I ordered."
"I wanted the ice cubes on the bottom of my drink, not the top" -- Sorry about that. I'll inform physics.
It's 9 am and we just ran out of vanilla, so I'm preparing for a full day of white-lady-rage.
It was right around the time that you asked if flour contained gluten, that I realized you don't have a gluten allergy.
This lady used to come in every day and order a large mint mocha breve with 12 sugars. Then one day, she just stopped. No one was surprised.
I spend half my day apologizing for things I didn't do wrong.
I think it was when she gave me her order over the bathroom stall I was currently occupying, that I decided she was a jerk.
Yeah we're open. Feel free to push open the sliding doors and take a seat on one of the upturned chairs.
"Do you really expect people to buy a plastic lid for $.05?" -- Well, I expect them to buy coffee but you don't seem to be doing that so I've adjusted my expectations.
Me: You're in here every day complaining, don't you have a job to go to?
Customer: I'm on disability.
Me: For a brain injury?
So, you're telling me the only two options you can think of are to dump your full coffee mug into the trash, or upside down in the bus tub?