And then he reaches in his coat pocket and pulls out a small container of heavy whipping cream. "Use this", he says.
My boss decided to buy a blender for the cafe, so I decided to not work there anymore.
"I need a table for 4" -- this is a coffee shop, not an applebees. Seat yourself.
"The sign says that the juice is fresh squeezed, and I didn't see you juicing any oranges back there after I ordered."
The words "just" and "blended hazelnut soy latte with carmel sauce and whipped cream" may never be appropriately used in the same sentence.
The coffee is free, you're just paying me to feign interest in you.
Peppermint-eggnog-latte? I don't know that I can, in good conscience, make that for someone to consume.
That lid is not gonna fit on that cup. But the real issue is that you apparently have the spatial-reasoning skills of a 3-year old.
My boss is gonna stumble on my twitter feed sooner or later. That's gonna be awkward.
The transaction would have gone smoother if he'd taken off his headphones. I wouldn't have had to repeat myself and he'd still be alive.
Don't cry over spilled milk? I'm not crying about the milk! Do you see where I work?!
I'm always like, "large skim cappuccino for Bridget!"
But Bridget is always like, "Umm, I actually wanted that cappuccino iced."
"You're out of sugar..." -- No, you're out of sugar.
So, a guy grumpily walks up to the counter and says "Soy mocha." I reply, "Hi, mocha. Soy Matt. What would you like to order?"
If you've ever ordered an americano with steamed soy milk, you're pretty much on par with Hitler in my book.#muglife
I asked if you wanted Hershey's or Mexican chocolate in your mocha and you said "regular", so you're at least a little bit racist.
Your wife tips me $5 to secretly give you decaf.
Cafe Manager (noun): a person who hates his/her life enough to get a job making other people hate their lives.
"You guys make the BEST tea here!"
"are you sure this is 1%? It tastes like 2%" was the last thing she said before I started throwing stuff at her face.