Dear Horseface (and the eight little girls you were towing along with you),
Please be aware that Starbucks is a BUSINESS. It is not, as you may think, your personal babysitter. When your six kids hot chocolates come up, please go get them so that they do not block the bar from more important drinks - like my iced grande americano with no water, extra ice and three pumps of white chocolate mocha.
Please do not interrupt the two baristas trying deperately to keep up with other people's orders with your stupid and annoying requests and dumb-ass questions.
Please do not let your children each grab four little espresso to-go cups to put over their hands like mittens and then try to carry their drinks with their hands like that. They will spill them and you will have to go interrupt the baristas YET AGAIN for a towel.
Please tell your children not to grab mountains of pastry samples.
Also, please tell your children to get out of my way while I am trying to order. I should not have to shout my order to the barista over four little blond curly heads.
In conclusion, I hope I NEVER see you at Starbucks again.
Love,
Liz
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Dear period,
Go to hell.
Liz
PS, you can take these cramps, back pains, and pissy mood with you.
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is it okay to shout your order over brunettes? Or how about blondes with straight hair? Is it the curlyness of the hair or the blondness that has you irritated;)
Period, period, period - I thought I was your only victim. I'm so happy you visit my friends and make them miserable, too. Please don't return to me from hell with Liz's cramps, back pain & pissy mood since I have enough of each of those without you in my life, but for goodness sakes - do go to hell and leave liz alone - did you not read the letter to starbucks?
you make me laugh even 700 miles away.
Time for you to have some babies. So when they trash starbucks our only thought is " Hay at less it is not my house."
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