ceramic-mugs

I had an older guy come in today and he seemed to be pretty chill. He walks up to me and says “A mug of coffee and cranberry.”

“…Do you mean the cranberry orange muffin, sir?” No response. He just stares at me like I’m stupid. I ask the other cashier who isn’t taking an order to please get the muffin while I finish ringing this guy up. I tap the MEDIUM COFFEE button and hand him a paper cup.

“That’s wrong.”

“I-I’m sorry?”

“I said that’s wrong, lady.” He points to the paper cup. I realize that he wants the ceramic mug we offer and correct it, handing him the mug and apologizing.

“It’s still wrong.” I look at the screen and, no, it isn’t wrong. “You charged me for a medium coffee. That’s wrong.”

“No, it’s not. A ceramic mug is a medium coff-”

“I come here every day and I ALWAYS get a mug and tell them to charge me for a small. You got it wrong, girl.”

“No, sir. I didn’t. That’s how much I’m supposed to charge you.”

“Well, you can either fix this and give me what I want, or I can walk away and call somebody about your behavior.”

I’ve always heard the term ‘boiling mad’, but I had no idea it was a real thing until that moment. The way he so casually brushed me off and stood on the grounds that he KNEW he was right even though I WORK here was absolutely appalling.

By this point, my customer smile has slipped and my hands are shaking with rage as my co-worker hands me the plate with the muffin. I fix the price to SMALL COFFEE because I didn’t want to take a chance of my manager yelling at me and the guys pays. I hand him the plate with his muffin, receipt, and napkin.

“I don’t want the plate. Just the cranberry.” And he just reaches over and grabs the muffin with his bare hand. I thought that was it, but as the bastard walked away he said, “You really need to brush up on customer service, girl.”

I had to step away from my register to cool off. I actually almost started crying because of how enraged I was.

The most frustrating part though was that even when I told the managers there, no one was defending me. They frowned and nodded, one said that sucked, but no one said anything about how I was either right or just overreacting.

One manager said “He was probably just unable to understand that you were at work and not in the kitchen making him a sandwich.” Is that supposed to make me feel better????

It ruined my entire day and I’m left feeling as though I don’t know who at work is on my side.

TL;DR Old man came in demanding to be charged for a small coffee when he ordered a medium. I said no and he proceeded to threaten to call a superior and show what a sexist pig he is.

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requested: can you make an imagine where Tom cheats on his gf and he wants to get back together but he randomly meets the reader (y/n) who is willing to help him get his gf back but he ends up falling for the reader instead

summaryTom is down on his luck with his relationships, the last one blowing up in his face right in the middle of your coffee shop. He turns to an unlikely stranger for help–you. However, after you agree to help him, he finds himself falling for the unlikely stranger instead.  

word count: 2k

pairings: tom holland x reader

warnings: none

a/n: depending on how popular this one gets, i might turn it into another series. we’ll see!! i couldn’t write tom cheating on someone because i dont have the heart to so i tweaked it a tiny bit i hope thats okay  // not my gif // i also tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible


Each time you woke up in the morning, you knew it was going to be a good day–simply because you refused to have a bad one. You sang in the shower, danced while you got dressed, whistled while you put up your hair. It was like you always had happy music playing in your mind, you radiated positivity. And what better job for someone who radiated such happiness? A humble cafe owner in New York City.

You waved to the usuals who were in your shop nearly every day–the familiar faces causing your heart to bloom open like a flower in spring. You donned your apron with a beautiful smile, greeting your employees and began taking orders.

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Bitty gets snowed in and trapped in a small town on his way to a wedding, AU, 4.5 K, Zimbits, feat. the fictional town of Falconer where everyone is a low-key meddler.


“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“I’m really sorry, but every room is full,” the man said sadly as he shook his head.

Bitty sucked in a deep breath to remind himself that getting angry wasn’t going to fix anything. He was already late and behind schedule when his flight had gotten cancelled. He checked the time on his phone and saw there were two voicemails that he’d missed, probably when he was dealing with the mechanic earlier.

He went and sat down woodenly on the bench that was in front hallway of the bed and breakfast, and listened to the first message from Lardo.

“…don’t know if most of the guests are going to make it in for the rehearsal dinner tonight. All the planes have been grounded and some of the roads are closed. I know you’re trying to drive in, Bits, but don’t risk your life for it either. Even better, if no one shows up, Shitty and I can get married in Thailand like we’d originally wanted…”

The second voicemail, which was from Shitty, went on for ten minutes, mostly about how Shitty’s mother couldn’t make up her mind about the colour of the tablecloths and how Ransom and Holster had been arguing over the playlist. If finally ended when Lardo found Shitty in whatever closet he’d been hiding in and dragging him out because she could not deal with both sets of parents by herself.

Bitty stared at his phone screen, trying to figure out what he was going to do. The wedding was tomorrow, and unless some miracle happened where his rental car got fixed in the next hour and the storm in the north east stopped, there was no way Bitty was going to make it in time. To make things even worse, he couldn’t even get a room for the night in this town that he was stranded in. He tried to stifle the small sniffle, but it escaped anyways.

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Don’t believe I’ve posted this yet. I put my cute little kitty on an 11oz ceramic coffee mug. If you’re interested in having your lovable pet on a mug like this one, please email me at askmoxiart@gmail.com. All I need from you is a picture of your pet and, if you want, their name so I can type it on the mug. The mugs will be $12 each. Don’t hesitate to ask questions if you have any!

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Cute tiny goblin mugs from HoneyCrystal on etsy! (and on insta!)

I’d been seeing her pieces around the studio for about a while now and am so excited to have some in my home!

To anyone who has been on the hunt for some goblins to adopt into your home, she makes planters, teapots, normal pots, etc. and even takes custom orders.

I can’t wait to invite a friend over for tea :’o

Pairing: Florist!Steve x Reader x Biker!Bucky
Summary: Steve and Reader meet the man behind the sunflowers. 
A/N: Okay so this is based off an ask here. This is written in collaboration with @writemarvelousthings. Emily wrote this chapter beautifully so please go tell her you love it. Come let us know what you think, we’d love to hear from you.
Word count : 1,847

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Chapter 2

You almost forget to speak as you regard the leather clad god that just walked into your little store, you blink gormlessly for a few seconds before the sound of Steve’s footsteps break your trance. 

“Half a dozen sunflowers” you successfully choke out, you turn to look at Steve who looks equally stunned. You feel something nudge you in the pit of your stomach, you ignore it choosing instead to bring your business partner back to the land of the living. 

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