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four: shortage

"Could I have a latte? Hazelnut now," the woman orders. She isn't exactly polite as she is speaking on the phone while ordering her drink. She also snaps her finger at Josh like he is a personal assistant of her's to boss around.

"I'm sorry ma'am. We cannot serve lattes right now," Josh quietly responds.

The woman pulls her phone away from her ear and groans, "why not?!"

"We're out of milk."

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Josh: Last night we ran out of milk. Cow milk. Running out is usually rare since Pete is usually ahead on our inventory. He was supposed to go pick some up on his way to work, but he woke up throwing up and not being able to leave his bed. [bites nail nervously] Now we don't have milk, and everyone seems to be in the mood for a latte.

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"How can you not have milk?! Do you not check your inventory?!"

Josh ducks his head, his face starts heating up as she continues to yell at him. No one really likes public humiliation.

"I-I'm sorry, I can get you a free drink! Just, one that's doesn't have milk," Josh whispers. His voice is noticeably shaky.

"No! I want my hazelnut latte and I want it now!" The woman screams causing Josh to duck his head further.

Dallon, hearing the commotion up front, runs up to the counter.

"Ma'am, how can I help you?" Dallon asks. He gently pats Josh's back and nods for him to go to the back. He knows Josh needs a breather right now because of this customer's rudeness.

Josh runs to the back and the woman turns her glare to Dallon, "you're out of milk."

Dallon raises his eyebrow, "last I checked, yes. Care to elaborate more?"

"Don't give me lip kid!" She snaps.

"Then don't yell at my coworker and I Miss. Now, we have some plant milk alternati-."

"No, I don't want that plant crap! I want my regular, normal milk."

The woman points a four week old acrylic nail at Dallon's face, and he simply would not allow that. No one yells at Dallon Weekes and gets all up in his space with any sort of retaliation.

(Ryan's slap show from last week does not count.)

"And I want to get dicked down right now, but we can't always get what we want Cheryl."

The woman's mouth gapes open and she splutters, "I-It's Karen freak!"

"Figures."

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Dallon: It's always a Karen.

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Ryan knew shit would have gone down if he didn't stop it.

As soon as steps into the shop and sees a woman getting up in Dallon's face, he quickly runs over to the situation. The camera zooms in on Ryan's panicked face as he squeezes himself between the two.