I’m going to have to return AGAIN to the problem of hot water. Because really, some people get it, some people don’t. We’re not insured for hot water. Because it is free, and therefore we cannot be insured against it. And it is a bit burny. Which means it’s dangerous. Which means we need insurance so our LOVELY fuck-over-anyone-for-something-free customers don’t sue us. Without even buying a drink.
So another stick-up-her-arse-golden spoon-not-wedged-far-enough-down-her-oesophagus type comes in. She wants hot water. No. Sorry.
‘I’ve had it before.’
This is steam. It burns. It also comes out of my ears when you insist on being a moron
So what? Not here.
‘I’ve had it before.’
Sometimes, just because things have happened once, doesn’t mean they happen again. Times they are a-changing. Roll with it. Also, your argument is illogical.
‘Well, I’m going to Bosta then! THEY’LL give me hot water. How do you like that?’
I like it very much. Very, very much. So much that I might send Bosta a Thank You card for getting your arrogant arse out of here, and a complaints card that they didn’t do it soon enough.
Also, why are you coming into a coffee shop to get hot water, you fucking cheapskate.
Also, you’re not going to outsmart us by asking for tea without the tea bag in it. She gets this smug smile on her face like she’s worked out E=fucking MC squared.
Then we tell her she has to pay for tea, even if she’s not using the teabag (duh). And watching the smile fall from her face was probably the only moment of enjoyment. Apart from when she tried slamming the door behind her. The automatic door. Quite frankly, I’m scared of what the dumb bitch could do with a cup of hot water.
Phew. Man that feels better.
(This post was written in typing, blinding fury at the end of a shift. Mainly because I was scared that by the time I’d driven home, I would have retained my composure and sense of perspective. And no-one here wants that, do they? They want my rage! So, hope you enjoyed!)
Happy Bloody New Year Indeed!
