i'm just kidding.
there is no story about a coffee shop. that was just so you could read two words and waste less than a second of your time.
muahahahaha you've fallen into my trap.
actually
i do have one story of a coffee shop.
it happened earlier this year.
my friend and i went to starbucks shortly after school ended. she got a pinkity drinkity and i got a lemonade or something because I hate coffee.
oh no! this writer hates coffee!
what a travesty. anyways, we pull around the corner in my gold 2005 toyota corolla and who do i see at the window? hm? that's right. i see alyssa. i say hi because I haven't seen her since our marching band season ended, and she says hi back. she gives my friend and i our drinks because she's supposed to, and that's when i remembered why i don't like starbucks. they put way too much ice in their drinks.
12.49 for what? a cup? glorified ice? this is why i don't like going out anymore. no shade to alyssa, i'm sure that your job pays you well and that you make a lot of tips from middle-aged ladies who are sick of their whining kids and gay men who got a degree in business back in 2017.
my friend says thank you and I get the tip because i am too much of a people pleaser to go against what is normal when i am not in public.
alyssa, if in some way you find this, you're still the greatest alto saxophonist i've met. i wish that my friend, your employees, middle-aged women, and gay bachelors will one day appreciate your talent.
YOU ARE READING
stories for nobody
Poetryit's me writing making my own brain hurt because my english isn't properly conjugated because I want to be more creative and basically I will send your english teacher into cardiac arrest because the formatting hurts everyone including m e and why...
