Alright motherfuckers, I have officially met my most irritating customer. I should say, I’ve technically handled much worse situations at work than this one, but I was having a particularly bad day when good ol’ Judy from California came into the picture.
Judy from California was fine at first, we small talked a bit, mostly about the insane weather. I don’t know what Judy was doing in Minnesota during the Hell Month we call April, but I assume she was visiting grandchildren or something. Judy wanted a grande caramel frappucino, no whip, extra caramel. I asked if she wanted extra caramel syrup or drizzle and she said both. Easy enough, it’s an irritating order, especially since this happened at about ten in the morning, but its definitely not hard. My coworker comes back from break. I turn to start Judy’s drink. I start pumping frapp roast into the cup
“Excuse me, are you putting coffee in that?!” Judy yells from across the counter, having not moved an inch despite my coworker’s insistence that her drink will be brought out over there, you know, at the hand off station.
“yup, we make the caramel frappucino with coffee, but it’s no problem to make it creme based instead.”
“I don’t want coffee in it, I want a caramel frappucino.”
“I understand completely.” I didn’t, but I make the stupid drink without the frapp roast and use the creme base instead of the coffee base. Now, since this drink is just milk, ice, clear syrup, and more clear syrup, it comes out looking as white as the snow outside. I hand it to Judy. She looks alarmed.
“I thought I asked for no whipped cream? Why is it white?”
“There is no whipped cream in there, ma’am, the coffee is what gives the frappucino it’s brown color.”
Judy sputters for a bit, clearly under the impression that I have insulted her and fucked up her drink. “In California we make it differently. I’ve never seen the drink made before, but this is not how it looks.”
I turn on my Minnesota Nice (it’s actually Minnesota Passive Aggressiveness but coast people apparently can’t tell the difference with us inscrutable midwesterners). “That’s the standard recipe, but if you don’t like it I’d be happy to make you another drink.”
Judy gives me a glare, says, “No I’ll drink it, that’s just not how we do things in California,” and walks away to her table.
When she’s out of earshot, my coworker, whom I’ve never heard talk shit about anyone, goes “Yeah, well in California, it isn’t 70 degrees one day and snowing the next, so welcome to fucking Minnesota”
I’ve been thinking about whether or not I should post this, but I figured that after two years of keeping this in my folders I might as well. There are two panels missing because I had no idea what to put there, which was one of the reasons I didn’t post it right away. Anyways, enjoy! (link to the song on youtube)
Do you think Killer Frost has gone back to her apartment? I assume Caitlin had that costume in the back of her closet, unless Savitar took her shopping.
Hm I don’t think so, Frost doesn’t want anything to do with Caitlin it seems… I assume the costume will be waiting for her in Savitar’s lair because #reasons or she’ll suddenly have it in one scene and no one will mention it (this is me still being bitter at Cisco’s Vibe costume reveal). I’d love to get a little scene about it though.
Savitar: Go after Tracy Brand
Frost: sure but I am not going out wearing this hospital gown again
Savitar: there’s no time to lose
Frost: aren’t you supposed to be the god of speed or
Perhaps we are just kings
Who were once promised gold.
Perhaps we are just boys
Who never got to get old.
Perhaps we are just men
Sent to fight in somebody’s war.
Perhaps we are not anything
Though we once were something more
padawan cuddle pile. Ahsoka tends to want to be where Anakin is because even though he’s not that much older than her now, he’s still her master. HOWEVER. Obi-Wan is the one with the similar cultural background and Anakin is all ‘Don’t touch me’
(I’m thinking Anakin probably spent his entire post-slavery life exerting control like - everything is his. His own room, his own stuff, if it’s not yours its his, if it’s Obi-Wan’s it’s also his. Don’t touch him. He has the right to control who touches him now. He accidentally touch-starves himself. It makes him cranky and weird about being touched. He touch-starves himself even more. He comes to depend on Padme for touch, but barely ever sees her. Extremely touch starved is what Im saying.)
So it ends up that Ahsoka turns to Obi-Wan for more Temple-like interactions, including the padawan sleep piles. Normally that stuff stops after they become padawans, during which their masters probably slowly wean them of it when they’re away from the Temple. They both grew up communally, so Obi-Wan and Ahsoka effortlessly borrow back and forth and basically have no boundaries. Given a post-Temple world, they’re taking a lot of comfort from one another is what I’m saying. Ahsoka is totally being the little sister that Obi-Wan never had.
Anakin is exceptionally weirded out by all of this behavior. He also frowns a lot because yes, this is a much younger version of his Obi-Wan, but he’s never seen Obi-Wan let anyone close to him like this. Yes, alright, he might be really incredibly jealous. This isn’t his obi-wan, but Obi-Wan is still his, and this Togruta says that in the future she was his padawan so she’s also his, and he’s really not sure about this communal living thing (it reminds him of being a slave and not having anything of his own) but -
Anyway, the point is that when Anakin gets over himself, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan stick him in the middle of the padawan sleep pile and they all get a lot of excellent sleep in.
Meanwhile, Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker thinks this is all very weird but the past was a different place back then, and they all seem happy about it, so it’s probably fine, right?
(it’s not like he’s sad to think about the fact that Vader hadn’t been able to touch another person for more than two decades, or Old Ben living out there alone in the desert by himself.)