...from the wrath of these uber queen customers.
Ugh. Fashion week in NYC has bred some terrible oh no "fashion" pestilence. These guys come in, looking a HOT MESSSSS, talking about, "Oh we don't pay for Starbucks" They were going to give them their drinks anyways, just to get them out the store, but I happened to be right behind them when I chimed in, "Then you don't get Starbucks." The partners looked at me with these pleading, "Shut up just shut up and let it go" eyes - but you guys already know how I do.
These guys went OFF. I mean, cursed me out, talkin bout how I don't work here, blah blah and the third. And I argued that if I have to pay, so do you.
He replies, "We work for Ford."
Me, "I don't give a fxck if you work for Jesus." At this point it turned really ugly, people were uncomfortable, the store seemed at a standstill. Only for a second did I regret opening my mouth until one of them turns to the bar barista and says, "So where's my latte?" At which point I didn't even have to take care of it, the shift finally grew some balls and explained they can't give them free drinks anymore and they have to start paying.
Without even a word, they turned around and walked out.
I apologized to the partners - they know i'm gay, and they know where I work (ive given them liquor before lol) and I tell them I deal with that every day. People come to the club, dressed like they don't own a mirror, and expect that they're too fabulous to pay for anything. Please! Spare me