All these nasty bimbo hags are always coming up to the women baristas and ordering some really complicated drink. When I'm on register I tell them the price of their overindulgence and a few of them will pout and sulk and say, "$3.37??! No, I only pay $2.00 whenever I come here!". I carefully check the price and tell them that no, their drink really is $3.37 or whatever. They get mad and say snottily, "Well, when Dave (or Joe, or Steve, or Malcom X, whatever dumb male who happened to be working the day these bitches came in) is working, he gives it to me for $2.00! I'm not paying $3.37! Where's Dave?". When I calmly explain that Dave isn't working today, the hag will pout some more and toss her hair. "Well, then, I want to speak to Joe!". Sorry, ****, Joe isn't here. Nor is Steve. No, ma'am, I am sorry but I can't give you a discount. I need this job and I'm not going to get fired because you don't want to pay full price for whatever sorry **** you just have to get. Boo Hoo. Tell someone else your sob story. And most of these morons work at the hoity-toity stores where they probably make more in a week what I make in a year. Can't afford the drinks! Give me a fookin' break, sister!
The guys I work with get so stupid around pretty females. One Shift nearly spilled hot espresso all over himself because he was so distracted by some airhead who was flirting with him. LOL.