Friday, August 3, 2007

Patience people, patience.

I know I have written about this before but it must be the fact that it is friday and people have NO patience...

When there is a line of people out the door and the barista is up to her knickers in orders...please, please, PLEASE refrain from asking "is that mine?"

Number one. How the fuck am I supposed to know if it is yours? You think I am paying attention? No. I am focused on these little boxes on the side of the cup. I read them, sort it out in my head and then make them. I cannot be bothered to put drinks to faces...ESPECIALLY when I have 15 in line.

Number two...YOU JUST FUCKING ORDERED! No it isn't yours! Wait your damn turn with the rest of them. An god as my witness, if you even think of taking someone else's I will personally kick your ass. It's Friday. It's busy. And I really don't have time for you peeking over the counter to see if I am making yours yet....IT'S COMING!

Oh and when I say "no, it's not yours" don't try and laugh it off like you didn't just royally piss me off. I just wasted time looking for "yours" just to make you happy. Your impatience is NOT do you live with yourself?


Emma said...

CHRIST, you are amusing. I love this blog.

Lyndsey said...

Yours is just as funny my dear!