So this douche-clown came in last night and ordered 16 extra-picky drinks, right? He pays for each one as a separate transaction, and tips 42 cents.
The whole time he’s standing there ordering like:
“The next one…is a venti…white mocha frap light…extra ice, extra shot….and blended twice…and the name is Caroline..*hands me money, I give him the change*…The next one…..is a grande….extra hot…”
Meanwhile, the guy behind him is standing there like:
His wife like:
Eh, there really wasn’t anything I could do but ring him up as fast I could and apologize to each individual customer after that. His order aside, he exuded this vibe of douchiness that I couldn’t stand. And I’m left with a sizable line of pissed-off customers and 42 cents? Thanks??
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