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A ginormous cup of Fuck You! to the old dude at the cafe in Citizen Cake.
If you don't think that the ladies behind the counter are making your coffee/espresso/whatever to your exacting standards, then why don't you get back there and do it your own fucking self? It would be a fucking hell of a lot better than telling the second chica behind the counter to help the first one "because she's not doing it right", only to follow it up with "they're not doing it right, and they're taking too long - I have to be someplace (the Opera)! Give me my money back!"
Fucking asshole. Here's hoping that you get a dose of Karma along with your next coffee.
If my cough syrup had a kick to it, I totally would've told him to go back there and make the damn drink himself. Instead, I was more focused on getting a pound cake and a gingerbread cookie, so I didn't say anything, and only came up with that though when I was out the door!
Although, speaking of the cough syrup ... I took a 2nd dose about a half-hour before I was supposed to, because I've been all hack-y and miserable. In all my brilliance (ha!), I thought that I'd take half the dose, and take the other half later. So, 3 teaspoons (or, 1 Tablespoon) of Robitussin later, and I've looked at the label only to find that the dosing is 2 teaspoons, not 2 Tablespoons as I'd assumed. Thankfully, expectorant doesn't kill anyone - and being asthmatic, it probably actually helped to take that extra "small t" of syrup.
So yes, have a laugh over my absentmindedness - G*d only knows that I have been. :-D
fuckyoulist:A ginormous cup of Fuck You! to the old dude at the cafe in Citizen Cake.
If you don't think that the ladies behind the counter are making your coffee/espresso/whatever to your exacting standards, then why don't you get back there and do it your own fucking self? It would be a fucking hell of a lot better than telling the second chica behind the counter to help the first one "because she's not doing it right", only to follow it up with "they're not doing it right, and they're taking too long - I have to be someplace (the Opera)! Give me my money back!"
Fucking asshole. Here's hoping that you get a dose of Karma along with your next coffee.
If my cough syrup had a kick to it, I totally would've told him to go back there and make the damn drink himself. Instead, I was more focused on getting a pound cake and a gingerbread cookie, so I didn't say anything, and only came up with that though when I was out the door!
Although, speaking of the cough syrup ... I took a 2nd dose about a half-hour before I was supposed to, because I've been all hack-y and miserable. In all my brilliance (ha!), I thought that I'd take half the dose, and take the other half later. So, 3 teaspoons (or, 1 Tablespoon) of Robitussin later, and I've looked at the label only to find that the dosing is 2 teaspoons, not 2 Tablespoons as I'd assumed. Thankfully, expectorant doesn't kill anyone - and being asthmatic, it probably actually helped to take that extra "small t" of syrup.
So yes, have a laugh over my absentmindedness - G*d only knows that I have been. :-D
