I hardly ever go there at all. So what’s her problem? I go to the Dunkin dump today. That’s their latest ad, I swear. Gyrating sweating girls drinking some kind of protein concoction and doing splits. Lot of lipstick. I don’t go there much. Maybe once a week, once every 2 weeks and goddamn, I make sure it’s after her man leaves. In the afternoon. So what’s her problem?
I go in. bill and bob are there, and bob’s wife. Ok…wave and smile
I go to the counter. Glasses bitch spots me and comes up.
What can I get you? she spits at me, making direct eye contact. Nasty. I look at the ceiling briefly, a little taken aback by her…attitude. Rendered mute for a second there. Then I look her right in the eyes. Study her yellow bottom teeth.
A medium cappuccino
Hot or iced?
Hot I say.
What in it?
Whaddya mean, what in it?
Flavoring. Chocolate, syrups—
No.
That’ll be 4.96. out of 10. She hands me back the 5 and 4 cents. I put the four cents in the tip jar. (There ya go, honey).
Careful not to touch her. She stares daggers at me the whole fuckin time. I stare right back at her. She’s not that great looking. Plus she’s mean. What in the fuck.
She goes to the other counter. Yells out my order and puts the cup down, walks away. I’m a little shook. Does she want to fight me? She definitely hates my guts. she doesn’t even know me. I’ll catch her outside some time, put her in a snowbank. Hot or iced. Jesus. It’s 20 below wind chill outside. I’ll bury her ass, given half a chance. Hypothermia would set in fast. I’m just not in the mood.
mkrashes 