Welcome to Zengirls world. This blog is my last corner of the universe to go where no family,friends,co-workers,whatever will appear so there is no need to edit myself in my thoughts feelings and rants. I tell it like it is and to me its all good. That is really all that matters right, living a life we are happy with.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
To the jerkoff who stole my sons coffee...
This is an open letter to the asshole that stole my sons frappucino today at starbucks...I know he won't be reading this but gotta say it. GROW UP YOU IMMATURE ASS YOU ARE NOT A MAN! Okay feel a little better. Backstory, I take my son to the mall and for a coffee run at Starbucks. He sees the sign for the chocolate cookie something that has chocolate whipped cream on it and decides he wants that. I order my drink with his and we wait. There were several other people who had ordered drinks before us and as we waited he was excitedly watching the baristas making the different drinks. After many other people get their drinks they call mine and I take it then a minute later they set down his and call out what kind it is instead of who it is for. Ask I start to reach for it this pompous little puffed up prick, probably late 20's reaches out and grabs it and barks, "that's mine!" He was with a few others who already had their drinks but I did not notice if he was before or after us. The guy making the drinks looks a little startled by the customers rudeness and tells us that was the last one with chocolate whipped cream they have run out. Asshole grabs the drink and walks out. My son is sitting there hands in the air going WHAT! That's just great! I yell out don't be angry with us be mad at the jerk who takes the drink instead of letting the kid have it. Now it wasn't until we got home that he told me his name WAS written on the cup. If I had know that I would have told the jerk to back off but because I didn't see the name I wasn't sure whose drink it was an just thought he was a jerk. Really folks there is just no putting others first anymore it's just me me me me. What really made it a little sharper of a sting...I took my son to the mall so he could play the crane machines at the game place, he has been saving his money for this. After about six dollars he won a stuffed animal and proceeded to give it to the boy that had been watching him play( he was maybe about six) so to see him do something so unselfish out of the blue like that I thought the starbucks would be a nice treat. It is okay though I put a gypsy curse on the drink stealer so he has some bad mojo coming his way. Family joke(something to do with my sister telling me the gypsies left me on doorstep when I was a baby). I am waiting for them to come back for me any day now.
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