Tuesday, August 26, 2003
The wrath of the service industry.
I swear, I am thisclose to going postal on the next person who talks on their cell phone THE WHOLE TIME they order the drink, pay for the drink, and receive the drink. What's that you say, sir or ma'am? You wanted this iced? Oh, you didn't want the frappuccino? A venti size instead? TOO BAD, you rude, inconsiderate moron!!! Maybe if you'd GET OFF THE FREAKING PHONE while I repeat the order back to you, you wouldn't have a problem!!!
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In other news, school starts tomorrow. If I can manage to wake up and get to school on time, I will be doing uncommonly well.
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