Storytelling

Pride of a Lion, Voice of a Mouse

Pride of a Lion, Voice of a Mouse ~Anne

Okay. We all know who this b-sh is.

You know those people who look perfectly normal? A stranger you'd find on the street? Or maybe, it's someone you know. A person who's strong. Who's independent. Who's able to speak their mind.

Yeah, those people. The perfect politician, social worker, just ready to go out there in the work BUT, there's one condition.

They have the voice of a f-cking mouse.

Well besides all the good stuff, that's me. I'm so so so so SO insecure. Like, holy sh-t. If you put me in a room with one stranger, and I say, ONE stranger, I'll sh-t my pants right on the spot. Right then and there.

The reason why I brought this up is because of what happened the other day. Let's put this is story mode. Cause I'm lazy to explain.

I casually strolled my way into a coffee shop. I f-cking love coffee.

So, I walked to the front counter, but there was a woman in front of me. She was basically yelling her order at the poor man in front of her.

"CAN I GET A LARGE VANILLA BEAN FRAPPE INFUSED WITH BISCOTTI AND A PUMP OF CINNAMON AND A PUMP OF VANILLA WITH EXTRA WHIP AND EXTRA BISCOTTI. ALSO GO MORE WITH THE VANILLA BEANS. OH AND CAN I HAVE A BROWNIE."

I'm like staring at her, thinking "Holy sh-t, I didn't know Starbucks was hosting auditions to be a part of Black Veil Brides,".

So then the cashier is like, "That'll be 12$." Blah blah blah. So I was next.

I spoke in my regular voice, so I was like, "Can I get a tall green tea frappe?"

And guess what the little b-tch said.

"Excuse me, but what?"

"Oh... Um... A tall.. Green tea.. Frappe.."

"... All I heard was 'tall'..."

At this point I basically flipped the guy off. I can't speak any louder than that without literally yelling. So then. I pulled off the "tourist trap."

If you don't know what that is, it's when you act COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS to what the h-ll you're ordering.

"I from Japan, see, Japanese woman order GREEN. TEA. FRAPPUCHINO. A GREEN. TEA. FRAPPUCHINO."

(I'm sorry if that offended anyone, But this is what I said. I'm literally Japanese).

So back to the cashier.

"... Green tea?"

I nodded my head.

"Okay, $3.41."

Then, let's time skip to when I pick up the drink.

"TALL GREEN TEA," the brewer guy said.

I took a look behind me. No one's getting it. So naturally, I assume it's mine. I take a look at the drink and I'm like.

H-ll. No.

That's not my f-cking drink.

You know what I see?

YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT I F-CKING SEE?!

A GREEN TEA.

NOT A GREEN TEA FRAPPUCHINO.

*SSHOLE.

I just grab the drink and walk out the door, super pissed.

And I even tipped the motherf-cker.

So anyway. We all have a voice. And we're not afraid to express it. We all aren't. But. It ALL depends on how LOUD your voice is, to be able to speak it.

Updated on July 22, 2014

~Anne