Professional Complainer

29Oct09

I like things the way I like them. I am particular about my ish. I repeat. I like things the way I like them. Part of liking things the way I like them means I am willing to pay, to ensure that I get what I want, how I want it. I repeat. I am willing to pay, to get what I want, the way I want it.

I go to Sta.r.bu.ck.s often. I’ve been a regular customer for about a decade now. When I place an order I am always polite and always say please and thank you. Always. I say “May, I please have a iced grande skim milk latte. Thanks”, or “May I have an extra hot grande skim milk latte. Thanks”. Now, imagine how I feel when I don’t get that. Let me tell you. I feel upset, however, I am always polite when pointing out their error. When I point out that my drink is incorrect I may say “Excuse me, but this drink was made incorrectly.” Now, the WRONG thing say to me is “No, it’s not. The barrista told me that she made it with skim milk, but if you want we can re-make it for you.” Bitch bye. Don’t tell me you did do something you clearly did not do. I can tell just by LOOKING at it that it is wrong. The color is off. It’s too creamy looking because your ass used regular milk. Also, there is a difference in taste. Stop telling me my taste buds suddenly stopped working. Now, my mom (who calls me the professional complainer) says that I am too exacting and should just roll with it. I say Fuck.That. If I am paying $4+ for a drink then that ish better be made correctly. Every.Single.Time. Of course, I had to write a letter to S.t.ar.b.uc.ks and tell them about themselves and their little fast ass workers at a certain location. Guess who got free drink coupons in the mail. Best believe I’ll be using those bad boys and soon. To get my latte. Made correctly.

Miz JJ

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