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It was another day to go to work. I didn't want to, of course. But I have to. So, another day of working my ass off at an Orb-dollars® , not related to Starbucks in any way, for a minimum wage.
Today I had hoped that there would be no stupid customers to deal with, I was already very close to my breaking point. I mean who the hell would buy in a coffee shop called fucking Orb-dollars.
But I saw my hope to pull out a gun and shoot itself in the head when I saw a guy with sunglasses who was wearing cargo shorts and a shirt that says ‘this is why I am hot’, enter the shop.
All i could do was pray to god at this point and i'm an atheist.
The guy approached the counter and I put on my fake smile and greeted him.
“Good morning, welcome to orb-dollars, what can I get for you?”
“Do you guys sell coffee here?” Oh god.
“Well yes, this isn’t called a coffee shop for nothing.” I may have come off as rude but I didn't care.
“Ok then I want one of those”
“Ok, what kind of coffee?”
“The coffee kind”.....huh?
“Like what type of coffee?”
“Y’know the one that they make with coffee beans and shit”
“What kind of coffee beans would you like?”
“The ones they use to make coffee”
“Sir, we've got a menu up here, you can choose one from there.”
“What? There are no men up there?”
“Sir that's not what i said”
“Oh so, you're calling me a liar”
I could feel cold sweat trickling down my forehead. I really didn't want this today
“Sir, i didn’t-”
“Whatever, i'm not in the mood to fight right now” oh thank god, “just get me a coffee” oh yeah.
“Could you at least tell me which coffee cup size you want your coffee in?”
“Whatever size they sell coffee in, man”
“Ok, in which cup do you want it in?” I said, showing him three different cups. I was trying so hard to keep my composure.
“In which of these do they pour coffee in?”
“All three of them”
“I don't want three coffees”
“Then which cup do you prefer?” I can feel my voice get a bit wobbly.
“Whichever i can get coffee in.”
I glanced at the clock and noticed. It's been 30 minutes since he came here.
That's it. I could not take this anymore. Everything blurred and I felt tears trickle down my cheeks. I hate this, I hate everything. Every bad memory came rushing back to my head. Like that time when this bitch named Richard pulled my pants down in middle school. God, I hate that bastard so much. Everytime, my mom looked disappointed at me for trying to eat food through my nose. My teachers and that bitch named sarah-
“Dude you okay?”
I didn’t even realize I was mumbling all of this. Did he hear me?
“Just get me any kind of coffee from ‘the men up there’ in any cup bro”
“Any coffee?” I said looking at him with a weak smile.
“Yeah dude”
I laughed while trying to wipe my tears off and took a cup and a marker “what is your name sir?”
“Chad” this makes sense now
I wrote whatever I could on the cup, because I'm a barista at Starbucks, and went to make the coffee. I sniffed the whole time. If Richard was here I would have died of embarrassment.
I took the coffee and kept it on the counter. I don't even know what coffee it was.
“Thank you for visiting sta- i mean, Orb-dollars”
“Lmao, you wrote sad on it” he said pointing at the cup which clearly had ‘Cad’ on it.
“Haha”
“Also you didn’t ask for money”
“I don't want money from you”
“Sweet” he replied as he tried to take the cup by the top and it fell on the carpet. “Ah shit”