You know, I need to stay out of Starbucks.
Let me explain:
I don't understand why a person would wait 10 minutes in a line of 20 people and not have your order ready and your money out. Today, some twat in front of me stood for 10 minutes, and when it was her turn to order, didn't know what she wanted....furthermore, she had to fiddle around in her obvious fake Coach bag for her money.
Well, I had had enough.
"Don't you think you could have figured all this out while you waited 10 minutes in the line - you are making everyone wait."
She looked at me with evil in her Jersey eyes ..."I don't think it's any of your business."
Thank goodness for New Yorkers...three people behind me screamed at her to hurry the hell up.
As she picked up her coffee, a black woman yelled at her...."And you ain't fooling anyone with that fake Coach bag either."
Only in New York, kids, only in New York.
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3 comments:
Sheesh. At my Starbuck's, we all practically know each other by name... Guess it is a New York thang.
I think this story is almost too good to be true. But I know you would call a bitch on that shit.
Oh no she did-int!
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