Looking for trouble, he’d say. You’re gonna look ‘til you find it. -Trouble is the looker, she’d answer. It keeps looking ‘til it finds you. Might as well find it first. Why do you want to die? -I don’t, she’d say. I just want to live.
my dude coworker is a fucking idiot. he fucks up 1 out of every 5 drinks and acts like he knows shit better than everyone else when he 1) FUCKS UP EVERY DRINK and 2) doesnt know register
customers are complaining about dumb shit
“ohhh my flat white has foam” yeah its made like that. dipshit. then he wants me to remake it like IF YOU DONT LIKE FOAM GET ANOTHER DRINK