"There were about six people between me and Hot Chocolate Bliss. Six people who were in danger of being stared down from behind because they were unfortunate enough to get to the counter before me. It was Loca Mocha’s only none coffee drink and it got me through the bitterly cold, albeit short, Atlanta winters. I wanted it, no, needed that cup of warm, chocolate creaminess like my life depended on it, but the new girl behind the counter seemed easily confused working the register and taking orders simultaneously. She obviously didn’t understand the severity of the situation; I was somewhere between just being cold and freezing to death and not at all adverse to throwing a passive aggressive fit—one that involved waiting my turn and thinking up things I’d never actually say."
Just the beginning of my current project, I need honest opinions, what do you think?
Lady A
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