Dear Diary: Ass and bad Service

I found myself standing in a small line at the local Starbucks, I had to get my tasty overpriced caramel frappuccino. I stood there with my eyes fixed to a pair of grey slacks filled with grade A latina brown bumper. Ever try to hide a flagpole in sweats? Not an easy task even for an "average size guy!"

When I wasn't tailgating Salina and hiding my pants puppet, I was watching a female Barista assemble multiple drinks as slowly as She could. Her appearance and demeanor matched her drink making performance.

20mins pass (true!)

I'm not one to complain, so I stood in line like a good cattle would.

The slow girl finally dragged her way over to the counter to take my order. She threw her hands atop the counter and gazed at me like a retarded moose would.

By this time all I wanted was a lack of laws in this city and a nine iron to slap upside her fat lazy "Lost" watching head.

Me: Morning

She says nothing back.

Me: (I give my order)

Slow Girl: "some random overpriced cost."

So I paid and had my change thrown on the counter as she went back to making drinks. I left without giving any grief.

I could of asked for her manager or told her off (as most would), but I didn't and now I kind of regret it.

I guess the moral of this entry is, ass makes me happy!
Coffee

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