Honestly, I'm getting sick of them messing up my drinks. If there is a rush, ok. But there wasn't, so wtf!?
I ordered a Venti(of course), Java Chip Frap, no whip, double blended. I don't like ice chunks. Kiss my ass. Yah, I live in Canada, but the only ice chunks we got are the ones we stab other people in the eye with.
OOO! and red sprinkles!
They're so tasty!
Guy makes my drink. and puts some whip on it. So he scoops it off and then notices that it is supposed to be double blended. So he blends it again.
I get it.
It's white.
It's Vanilla Bean.
I give it back. The cashier guys like: "I must've wrote it wrong."
Moi: "Yah think!"
I didn't actually say that. Well I did, but only with my facial expression. Which you should know, I'm an expert.
So now the chick makes my drink. Almost puts on some whip and doesn't sprinkle on any of the red sprinkles.
Whatever.
I could bitch, which would be completely retarded to do, but then I'd also have to bitch about how they didn't double blend the fucker again.
Man.
This doesn't help my grumpiness. AND...I'm hungry
.....AND very......., ......very ......wired.
Doesn't help that the caffeine, not only gets me jazzed, but causes me to inadvertently clench my jaw.
Dentist, here I come
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