passive aggression

So, my boyfriend calls me a "secretly mean person." It means that on the surface I seem sweet and innocent, but I really have a dark side where I curse like a sailor and have a liiiittle bit of a short temper. I can't say I completely disagree. That'll definitely be one of the things I hope to change in the new year.

Anywho, as a secretly mean person, I am the culprit of a slew of passive aggressive acts.

Last night, at my job as a waitress in Chelsea, two girls came in. They come in often- about once a week or so. They are the kind of girls who have high-pitched voices, lack common sense, and hope that their cute, perkyness will make up for it. It doesn't.

So, they come in and treat the place like it's their living room and always order the same damn thing. And I always give them the same damn thing, but it's not exactly what they ordered.

They order two extra large, extra hot, skim lattes. This is all they order, and they stay for hours. They're annoying and don't deserve to be skinny, so I give them two extra large, semi-hot, heavy cream lattes. It is, after all, a bar, and not Starbucks.

Mashing Bananas

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