I fucking hate some of the retards they hire at the Dunkin&Donuts down the street from where I live.
I seriously doubt some of these people graduated highschool, which gains my sympathy. However when I truck my ass up the street for a nice large Ice Coffee, and they repeatedly FUCK IT UP I start forgetting about that sympathetic urging.
Seriously how hard is it to make a cup of fucking coffee. If i'm paying $3 and change for this thing I expect that what I walk out of there with at least:
-Doesn't taste watered down.
-Doesn't make me say "WOAH THERE how about some COFFEE with that Cream"
-HAS FUCKING ICE IN IT. Ice coffee--> has ice. No ice present = NOT FUCKING ICE COFFEE
But instead what do I have the tard behind the counter paw over to me, then turn her back to go back to talking to her friend about the cool "gangsta clothes" she just bought for her 4 year old.
A beverage that failed 2 of the above 3 requirements. I Knew as soon as she handed it to me that there, in my hand, I now held an entire fucking quart of cream with no ice to be found and barely enough coffee in it to color it beige.
Now I won't pretend that i'm a patient person all of the time. But I do try.
However, when it comes to my coffee, especially if I haven't had any yet that day, I don't fucking joke around and i'm not in the best of moods until I have that caffine in my hand.
So it was with somthing of annoyance, aggrivation, and evil intent that I proceeded to have her Remake the fucking thing under my careful watch and step-by-step verbal instructions. The sad part is SHE was the one that looked fucking ANNOYED at having to deal with this "awful" customer. Talk about lack of respect and lack of self-respect.
~Syn
I seriously doubt some of these people graduated highschool, which gains my sympathy. However when I truck my ass up the street for a nice large Ice Coffee, and they repeatedly FUCK IT UP I start forgetting about that sympathetic urging.
Seriously how hard is it to make a cup of fucking coffee. If i'm paying $3 and change for this thing I expect that what I walk out of there with at least:
-Doesn't taste watered down.
-Doesn't make me say "WOAH THERE how about some COFFEE with that Cream"
-HAS FUCKING ICE IN IT. Ice coffee--> has ice. No ice present = NOT FUCKING ICE COFFEE
But instead what do I have the tard behind the counter paw over to me, then turn her back to go back to talking to her friend about the cool "gangsta clothes" she just bought for her 4 year old.
A beverage that failed 2 of the above 3 requirements. I Knew as soon as she handed it to me that there, in my hand, I now held an entire fucking quart of cream with no ice to be found and barely enough coffee in it to color it beige.
Now I won't pretend that i'm a patient person all of the time. But I do try.
However, when it comes to my coffee, especially if I haven't had any yet that day, I don't fucking joke around and i'm not in the best of moods until I have that caffine in my hand.
So it was with somthing of annoyance, aggrivation, and evil intent that I proceeded to have her Remake the fucking thing under my careful watch and step-by-step verbal instructions. The sad part is SHE was the one that looked fucking ANNOYED at having to deal with this "awful" customer. Talk about lack of respect and lack of self-respect.
~Syn