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I have been laughing for the past several hours now.
I think I may have seen the most perfect put down in history.
Driving to work this morning, I stopped to get fuel and a drink. Normal stuff happens, until I get to the line inside to pay. (In the UK for the most part, you pump then pay.)
In this place, there's a couple of registers for people who want coffee/hot drinks with their fuel (that is, they want a drink in a cardboard cup and to pay for their fuel...)
An SC a couple of people in front of me orders something or other but then almost shouts, "WITH EXTRA SUGAR!" The guy behind the counter shrugs, taps a few keys on the register and goes about the business of making the drink.
A minute or so later, the chap behind the counter hands the SC his drink and thanks him for his business. The following occurs.
SC: Where's the extra sugar? Are you fucking stupid?
Barrista: In your drink, sir.
SC: I wanted it on the side!
B: On the side?
SC: Yes, you idiot!
B: You wanted a pile of sugar?
SC: No, I wanted some extra sugar sachets, you fucking idiot!
Now, the Barrista could have simply pointed behind the SC to the bench that had all sorts of extra sugar, stirrers, lids and things. But instead, he decides to go for the throat.
B, putting his fingertips to his temples: Hmm, nope. I'm not getting anything about that. Sorry, it appears that my telepathy is on the fritz. Sorry about that.
SC: What?!
B: My telepathy. I don't seem to be picking up your unspoken requirements. Tell you what, next time, tell me what you want and I won't have to rely on reading your mind.
The SC was taken aback, and at this point I *snerked*. So did quite a few other people. He spun around to glare at us and shouted "Shut up!"
A woman in between us put her fingers to her temples. "Hey, you're right! I'm not getting anything either. Maybe he's too stupid to register."
I laughed out loud at that point, and put my fingers to my temples while the SC just got redder and redder. Before I got a chance to say anything though, people in the line started putting their fingers to their temples and shouting out all sorts of things.
"I can tell he's an idiot."
"He's got a tiny dick and he's trying to make up for it."
"His wife is cheating on him."
I was laughing too hard to join in. The SC turned purple, spun and deliberately knocked the drink over the counter and stormed out to gales of laughter.
I laughed all the way to work.
I think I may have seen the most perfect put down in history.
Driving to work this morning, I stopped to get fuel and a drink. Normal stuff happens, until I get to the line inside to pay. (In the UK for the most part, you pump then pay.)
In this place, there's a couple of registers for people who want coffee/hot drinks with their fuel (that is, they want a drink in a cardboard cup and to pay for their fuel...)
An SC a couple of people in front of me orders something or other but then almost shouts, "WITH EXTRA SUGAR!" The guy behind the counter shrugs, taps a few keys on the register and goes about the business of making the drink.
A minute or so later, the chap behind the counter hands the SC his drink and thanks him for his business. The following occurs.
SC: Where's the extra sugar? Are you fucking stupid?
Barrista: In your drink, sir.
SC: I wanted it on the side!
B: On the side?
SC: Yes, you idiot!
B: You wanted a pile of sugar?
SC: No, I wanted some extra sugar sachets, you fucking idiot!
Now, the Barrista could have simply pointed behind the SC to the bench that had all sorts of extra sugar, stirrers, lids and things. But instead, he decides to go for the throat.
B, putting his fingertips to his temples: Hmm, nope. I'm not getting anything about that. Sorry, it appears that my telepathy is on the fritz. Sorry about that.
SC: What?!
B: My telepathy. I don't seem to be picking up your unspoken requirements. Tell you what, next time, tell me what you want and I won't have to rely on reading your mind.
The SC was taken aback, and at this point I *snerked*. So did quite a few other people. He spun around to glare at us and shouted "Shut up!"
A woman in between us put her fingers to her temples. "Hey, you're right! I'm not getting anything either. Maybe he's too stupid to register."
I laughed out loud at that point, and put my fingers to my temples while the SC just got redder and redder. Before I got a chance to say anything though, people in the line started putting their fingers to their temples and shouting out all sorts of things.
"I can tell he's an idiot."
"He's got a tiny dick and he's trying to make up for it."
"His wife is cheating on him."
I was laughing too hard to join in. The SC turned purple, spun and deliberately knocked the drink over the counter and stormed out to gales of laughter.
I laughed all the way to work.
I bet that mindreading was spot on, too.
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