Some People are Flame-Retarded
I wasted three dollars. No it's not a big deal. And no, that's not an extraordinary occurrence, I waste money frequently and in larger chunks than that (A Very Eddie Money Christmas Collection, for example). But what I wasted three dollars on this time kind of pisses me off.
Lady at book store: Don't tell me you're not equipped to serve cold drinks. What the hell does that mean, really? Pouring cold milk into coffee goes a long way towards making it colder, you'd be surprised. And I don't even want cold coffee, I would be more than happy with something lukewarm or tepid. Really, had you given me anything cooler than the pint of lava you handed me, I might have been more willing to fork over $3.49. I can understand hot tea, but jesus, lady! Why would anyone, need their drinks heated to 400-fucking-degrees? Do I look like a mental patient that needs to "scald the throat demons"? Does it look cold outside? Am I the kind of guy whose hankering for some third degree burns? Why is pouring cold milk into coffee unreasonable, but handing me liquid magma with a dash of creamer considered good customer service? I considered trying to knife you with the rock-hard biscotti on display, but it wouldn't be the same, having burnt my tongue. Screaming "Pearpear tu dah" doesn't impart that vengeful justice feel I was going for, and honestly, what's the point in stabbing someone if it's not going to help them understand you better?
On the up and up, the peanut butter muffin was quite good.
Lady at book store: Don't tell me you're not equipped to serve cold drinks. What the hell does that mean, really? Pouring cold milk into coffee goes a long way towards making it colder, you'd be surprised. And I don't even want cold coffee, I would be more than happy with something lukewarm or tepid. Really, had you given me anything cooler than the pint of lava you handed me, I might have been more willing to fork over $3.49. I can understand hot tea, but jesus, lady! Why would anyone, need their drinks heated to 400-fucking-degrees? Do I look like a mental patient that needs to "scald the throat demons"? Does it look cold outside? Am I the kind of guy whose hankering for some third degree burns? Why is pouring cold milk into coffee unreasonable, but handing me liquid magma with a dash of creamer considered good customer service? I considered trying to knife you with the rock-hard biscotti on display, but it wouldn't be the same, having burnt my tongue. Screaming "Pearpear tu dah" doesn't impart that vengeful justice feel I was going for, and honestly, what's the point in stabbing someone if it's not going to help them understand you better?
On the up and up, the peanut butter muffin was quite good.