so I had a day off today
so I thought I would stop by starbucks before courts and society class. And I was not pleased. This letter will explain it all.
Dear bitch, thanks for throwing MY drink away. You were behind me in line. I heard your drink order. No way in hell does my Grande 2 pump raspberry white mocha sound anything like your Grande extra chai, chai tea. The barista called out my drink order and my name! So why the fuck did you lunge for it as if it was the only thing that would save you from impending doom? I tried to tell you that was my drink but you looked at me as if I just spouted wings and horns. Then you took a sip, looked disgusted and then threw it in the trash and shouted at the barista that the drink was not yours. NO SHIT, Sherlock. That was my fuckin drink. You then demanded the barista make you another drink. Your drink hasn't been made, yet you fuckin idiot. That drink was mine! Fuck you very much.
Dear bitch, thanks for throwing MY drink away. You were behind me in line. I heard your drink order. No way in hell does my Grande 2 pump raspberry white mocha sound anything like your Grande extra chai, chai tea. The barista called out my drink order and my name! So why the fuck did you lunge for it as if it was the only thing that would save you from impending doom? I tried to tell you that was my drink but you looked at me as if I just spouted wings and horns. Then you took a sip, looked disgusted and then threw it in the trash and shouted at the barista that the drink was not yours. NO SHIT, Sherlock. That was my fuckin drink. You then demanded the barista make you another drink. Your drink hasn't been made, yet you fuckin idiot. That drink was mine! Fuck you very much.