The Girl at Starbucks That Hates You:
My co-worker Marcy is one of those baristas that make it miserable for other baristas. She’s not mean or anything — it’s just the opposite; she flirts relentlessly with the male customers, and then these guys expect all the other girls to be the same way — gross…
She’s actually written her phone number on the paper cups of guys she liked, and everyone at the store knows she has hooked up with several of them in the past. Great: let’s encourage our male customers to think of us as potential sluts, it makes the work day just that much more special…
One regular customer came in crying and creating an embarrassing scene, begging Marcy to tell him why she wouldn’t return his calls anymore; big thanks for letting us share this kind of magic, Marcy. And dude: crying like a baby at Starbucks? That is SO pussy, really…
It is obvious the problem with dating customers: they know where you work. Duh. Give a guy a one-time blow-job and he’ll be at the store every day thereafter, you’ll never get rid of him. And at the Starbucks counter is NOT the place to have the fascinating discussion of why the blow-job was only that one time, sorry…
Rumor at the store has it that Marcy even gave a blow-job to a customer in the bathroom while on her break, but I don’t really believe that: the bathroom is gross, people, and Marcy is squeamish about germs. Come on: no one in their right mind would get on their knees on THAT floor…
So I get customers asking me if Marcy is working today, when is her next shift, that kind of thing: guys, if you’re going to be a stalker you better figure it out yourself, I’m not gonna help you with that shit. Have I mentioned that I have to put up with this shit for barely a buck over minimum wage…?
Yeah, yeah: No Whip.
I am Laslo.
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