Went to lunch, sat down and took my first bite. Not but a few feet away, there was a little crash as a young tall man lost his biggie drink and biggie fries to the forces of gravity and a tipped tray. What seemed to be sprite, everywhere.
What ensued wasn’t an OMG, I’m rather embarrassed, what do I do sort of thing. Instead it was more like a “are you kidding me!?” said increasingly loud as he slammed the tray with sandwich on the nearest table. Picked it up and slammed it again. Are you kidding me????
He glanced in my direction and, ignoring the tell-tale going-postal signs, I allowed as if he brought the broken cup back to Wendy’s they’d probably replace it. And he did, right then, standing rather stupidly in an ignored part of the counter as though the staff would rush to his aid.
In the meantime, I picked up my wallet and phone and book and left my own lunch for a moment to look for the mall person I’d seen a moment ago with a push-zamboni (not the cool ride-on kind but more practical in this case). Found him, explained – lotta soda all over the floor near the escalator. Oh! He grabbed the zamboni and headed that way. I went ahead, gathered up my tray and moved closer to the windows.
The tall young man was still standing by the counter.
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After lunch I wanted a nice frou frou coffee so I went to starbucks. Line wasn’t too long ahead of me but people came in behind me.
An older man acted like he couldn’t decide whether to get into line right behind me but sort of lurked there and people lined up more or less behind him.
After the cashier took the order of the person right in front of me, she momentarily disappeared. For some reason I had the sense that the man behind me wanted to jump line – and he went over to the other, unmanned register. And yes, one of the staff folks said hi, and next thing they were getting his bagel and coffee…
I bit my lip since there was nothing pretty on my tongue at the moment. It might have been something like “you entitled old snot” or something like that. There was definitely “the look” – more like the sort of thing needing to be warded off, but he was too busy being charming to the young girl.
When the register person came back she led with “sorry about that” which I think was for her having to step away for a moment and then she saw the look on my face. We both looked at the entitled old snot, schmoozing his way to getting his damn bagel and coffee ahead of my order. I know she knew what had happened, which at least made me feel a little better.
I’ve seen that guy before and will no doubt see him again. He won’t be pulling that again.
I went back to work. When I told this tale, five people offered to beat him up for me if I didn’t want to do it myself, since they felt that anyone in there should have done that and would have been found within their rights, LOL. “Really? Not in Starbucks you don’t do that. No.”
OK ya old entitled snot. Try it again.
