Despite the fact that this week is really only a 3.5 day work week, I was still dragging this afternoon. To remedy the situation I headed to Starbucks for what was essentially a grossly overpriced iced tea. I don’t particularly care because that is what gift cards are for (thanks Michael).
While I was waiting, the girl behind me got her drink (because I got the new guy and the concept of green vs. black tea just blew his mind) and sat down. She got up again a sip or 2 later and what she said made me die a little inside.
Girl: Excuse me, I ordered this sweetened and it’s not. Is there anything you can do about it now?
Literally, I just died a little inside all over again typing that. It was the most painful thing I’ve ever heard anyone ask. Girly, you got an iced tea. If it needs to be sweetened, there is an entire rack of sugars behind you, from Sweet N Low to Equal to Splenda to real sugar. How are you even asking this question?!
I had to bite my tongue to keep from turning to her, asking her if she really was the stupidest person alive or if she had a sister who might possibly muster more stupidity than she just did. And to be honest, if she hadn’t been 3 times my size, I might have gone for it.
Welcome to America ladies and gentlemen…we really are getting fatter and lazier by the glass.