A woman orders an iced latte. Mmm my favorite. I gladly make this drink with love. Hand it to her, watch her sip it and make a horrifying face. She hated it. So she comes up to me and says, “I want this drink, only sweet.” (heads up, we don’t carry simple syrup) So I start naming off flavors to her. She says no to all of them, and the tells me, “I want the drink to be the same color as this one and be sweet.” Obviously this is a dumb request, so I say, “Okay! How about vanilla? It’s a clear syrup.” She says, “No.” So I say, “OKAY! I’ll see what I can do.” I make her an iced vanilla latte anyways, because I know what I’m doing, and the color doesn’t change, so I’ve got her fooled. She takes a sip and says, “I like this one. But I want it with skim milk.” So as my smile turns to a frustrated cringe, I go over to the bar and make her an iced skim vanilla latte. I give it to her. She hates it. Put’s it down, and leaves. -________-
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