“The sign says that the juice is fresh squeezed, and I didn’t see you juicing any oranges back there after I ordered.”
“I wanted the ice cubes on the bottom of my drink, not the top” — Sorry about that. I’ll inform physics.
It’s 9 am and we just ran out of vanilla, so I’m preparing for a full day of white-lady-rage.
It was right around the time that you asked if flour contained gluten, that I realized you don’t have a gluten allergy.
This lady used to come in every day and order a large mint mocha breve with 12 sugars. Then one day, she just stopped. No one was surprised.
I spend half my day apologizing for things I didn’t do wrong.
I think it was when she gave me her order over the bathroom stall I was currently occupying, that I decided she was a jerk.
Yeah we’re open. Feel free to push open the sliding doors and take a seat on one of the upturned chairs.
“Do you really expect people to buy a plastic lid for $.05?” — Well, I expect them to buy coffee but you don’t seem to be doing that so I’ve adjusted my expectations.