Me? Pay for things? Surely you jest.
*drivethru beeeep*
Me: *spiel*
Cuntbucket: I'll have a venti decaf coffee, half 2% milk.
Me: Do you want a misto then? It's half coffee, half steamed milk so the milk won't make your coffee cold ^____^ [yes, I DO project that face over the headset]
Cuntbucket: NO!!!!1 I JUST WANT THE MILK, I DON'T WANT TO PAY FOR IT!!
Stop. Take a breath. Let that sink in. Someone, a GROWN ASS WOMAN at that, actually uttered the phrase
I JUST WANT THE MILK, I DON'T WANT TO PAY FOR IT
in seriousness, as if wanting and expecting to get things without paying for them is a perfectly normal and acceptable part of daily life. It was all I could do not to say, "Well ma'am, I'd like to do my undergrad in Tokyo and not pay a dime for it, but unfortunately for us both, that's not the way the fucking world works."
And then when she got to the window, she bitched to Bryan about how people have the gall to charge her for a tall latte's worth of milk. At this point I relocated myself to the bathroom Melissa was cleaning at the time and bitched myself. I wonder how it feels to go about with a sense of entitlement that would make Paris Hilton shit a cat.
This is where Starbucks is flawed. How much of our ridiculous prices are due to this shit, the Just Say Yes policy which dictates us to bend over and fucking take it when customers STEAL from us because GOD FUCKING FORBID someone should ever have their precious widdle feewings hurt? Partners can't have a tall caramel apple spice for reasons that have never been made clear to fucking ANYONE, but customers can walk off with two bucks of milk?
Well hell, I figured it was ok because the 40-degree milk would make her coffee luke-fucking-warm anyway and her council-house facelift was an abject failure. Enjoy your room-temperature coffee-and-milk slurry, you daffy bitch, and have a nice motherfucking night.
Me: *spiel*
Cuntbucket: I'll have a venti decaf coffee, half 2% milk.
Me: Do you want a misto then? It's half coffee, half steamed milk so the milk won't make your coffee cold ^____^ [yes, I DO project that face over the headset]
Cuntbucket: NO!!!!1 I JUST WANT THE MILK, I DON'T WANT TO PAY FOR IT!!
Stop. Take a breath. Let that sink in. Someone, a GROWN ASS WOMAN at that, actually uttered the phrase
I JUST WANT THE MILK, I DON'T WANT TO PAY FOR IT
in seriousness, as if wanting and expecting to get things without paying for them is a perfectly normal and acceptable part of daily life. It was all I could do not to say, "Well ma'am, I'd like to do my undergrad in Tokyo and not pay a dime for it, but unfortunately for us both, that's not the way the fucking world works."
And then when she got to the window, she bitched to Bryan about how people have the gall to charge her for a tall latte's worth of milk. At this point I relocated myself to the bathroom Melissa was cleaning at the time and bitched myself. I wonder how it feels to go about with a sense of entitlement that would make Paris Hilton shit a cat.
This is where Starbucks is flawed. How much of our ridiculous prices are due to this shit, the Just Say Yes policy which dictates us to bend over and fucking take it when customers STEAL from us because GOD FUCKING FORBID someone should ever have their precious widdle feewings hurt? Partners can't have a tall caramel apple spice for reasons that have never been made clear to fucking ANYONE, but customers can walk off with two bucks of milk?
Well hell, I figured it was ok because the 40-degree milk would make her coffee luke-fucking-warm anyway and her council-house facelift was an abject failure. Enjoy your room-temperature coffee-and-milk slurry, you daffy bitch, and have a nice motherfucking night.
