"Hi I'd like hmmm a pumpkin spice latte no fat extra whip and ummm a, pumpkin scone." I grad my money out of my black Coach bag. "Ok that will be $07.12 at the next window" I drive up no, No NO NO! There are 5 FREAKING cars ahead of me. Today already sucks.
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7 FREAKING MINUTES LATER
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"Ok ma'am that will be $07.-"
"I FREAKING KNOW WHERE'S MY LATTE?!?!?!"
"Um uh. Let me get it?"
He closes the window and I sit and wait for him to come back.
"Here's your scone and your latte ma'am, have a nice day"
I grabbed my stuff and drove off. I attempted to take a drink but failed by spilling it all over my brand new Hollister shirt. Damn.
I drive back home and switch to my red and blue flannel. I get back into my car and back out of the parking lot."Hmm it's a Saturday so let's go to, oh! The mall" I mumble to myself
I head that way, ofcorse stopping at Starbucks to get a new drink.
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