Times Square is disgusting enough as it is. Too many people, too many peddlers, too much traffic. I'm racing to work in Times Square. I know that 43rd and Bway is always too hard to get to with the friggin lawn chairs -- yes lawn chairs people! -- in the middle of the street. The Winter Garden 'bucks is on the other side of the Broadway...no way will I navigate that one in time. It's 7:00 and I still have three blocks, one elevator, ten floors, and a clicker card away from my 7:15 shift start at the ODB. Lo and behold there are only two people on line in the bucks on 47th and Broadway. Jump in quick. Get the required tall pike in a grande cup.
Well the girl behind the counter was not part of the BDC (or Brain Dead Crew) no she was smart.
She was just a bitch.
She was flirting with this hot chick who was I guess a former employee because listening in on their conversation they talked about people they knew. YES I COULD LISTEN TO THEIR CONVERSATION BECAUSE I WAS STANDING THERE LONG ENOUGH TO HEAR IT!!!!!
There was a very lovely couple of foreign girls who didn't speak English very well and were standing there perplexed and confused. Now not that I was trying to play swashbuckler and save their day - although if I did I certainly won't turn down the credit - but I'm a needy selfish bastard and I want my coffee and I'm gonna be late for work. So I give a "Did you order...? what's happening...?"
The girl pretends to be friendly to the girls but she is condescendingly loud to them. Their German, their not deaf. They pay their bill and she HANDS them their change.
Then I jump in with my rapid fire order, my twenty already in hand.
She slowly pours my coffee, all out of spite because I interrupted her flirt. She takes my twenty slams two nickles and five pennies on the counter and then counts three fives and three ones in front of me and slams it down on the counter.
Fuck you too, I thought to myself.
Not a nice person and she does not represent Starbucks Coffee well.
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