This morning I was early. I am never early. I am on time, sure, but I am never early.
Since I was early though, I decided to take advantage. Well, actually I decided to stall so that I would be closer to “on time” than “early” to the office. Early on a Monday is just lame. (No, I’m kidding. Being early/on time is awesome!)
Anyway…I decided to pop in to Starbucks for a cup of tea. My throat is a bit sore this morning so I decided tea would be the best call. I was following a girl who was power walking in heels (not easy) and when we got to the door we met another girl coming from the opposite direction–one that had “bitch” written all over her face.
So Power Heels held the door for someone who was leaving and OD Bitch scowled and snarled (okay, it was more of a disgusted grunty sigh, but that’s harder to make into a verb, no?). We walked inside, me still following Power Heels and ODB slid right up to the counter. I assumed she had bad eyes and couldn’t read the board and wanted to figure out what she wanted.
But I was wrong.
Power Heels orders her drink at the closest of the the 3 registers and ODB is still standing in front of the middle one. That cashier finishes w/whoever she’d been helping and ODB steps forward. The cashier goes “were you in line?” and ODB says, without pause but DRIPPING with attitude, “uh yeah. I was next.”
I stood there. I just stood there. I was in such SHOCK that this bitch–who walked in the door right behind me…BEHIND me–passed the line-abiding customers and rolled right in front. I was shocked and I was pissed. You don’t mess with people’s morning beverage!
But, given the scowl she had after Power Heels was being NICE to someone, I thought it in my best interest to keep my mouth shut. I’m pretty sure she would have killed me.
My one small victory was that my drink was ready before her breakfast was (tea is easier to throw together than a bagel that has to be toasted…with butter…AND cream cheese) and I got to say, partially snippy but partially politely “excuse me” and reach, a little more in her way than needed, to get my drink.
Of course I immediately went up to the office, put sugar in my tea and then sloshed it over the side of the cup and burnt my hand.
There’s really no such thing as karma.