Today is Sue's last day with our group. She's a traitor and is going to another firm. Of course, this is just an excuse to have a farewell breakfast. So we all trotted down to Cinnabon for cinnamon rolls on steroids. Seriously, these things are humongous. And positively delicious. If you could hear us all eating them now, you'd think you were watching a triple X film what with all the moaning and groaning that's going on.
But I digress.
The real reason I'm writing this blog is to kvetch about the dumb blonde customer at Starbucks. Girl needs to be bitch slapped.
We all placed our respective orders and walked over to the pick-up area. Sue and I got our Tazo Chai Lattes (I've given up coffee for Lent ... which is a whole other blog!) and Frantastic got a tall white chocolate mocca (with whip!!). Robi gave up Starbucks and Timmies for Lent (Robi's my hero; me -- I'm not that strong!), so she just came along for the ride.
So we're standing and waiting. And there's this ditzie blonde yakking away on her cell phone. She standing waiting for her coffee holding the lid in a napkin. Yak. Yak. Yak. Coffee Dude calls out "Tall Extra Hot No Fat Vanilla Latte". No one moves. I lean over to Frani. "I bet it's hers and she's so busy talking on her cell she's not paying attention."
Again, Coffee Dude calls "Tall Extra Hot No Fat Vanilla Latte."
Again, no takers.
Several seconds later, The Ditz holds her cell phone away from her ear. "What are these?" All snarky and waving her hand over the few orphaned cups of coffee on the counter. Coffee Dude tells her what they are.
And then ...
She takes her lid, using her napkin as a germ barrier, and snaps the lid on her coffee. And walks away, still yakking on her cell.
AND. LEAVES. THE. NAPKIN. ON. THE. COUNTER!!!!
Oh no she di-in't!!