so in psychology class we got to learn why foot fetishes are so prevelant! basically your brain stores the structural information for your body generally in the correct order (i.e. the info for your ears is stored next to the info for the head, which is stored next to the neck, etc.) BUT. The info for the feet is stored right next to the info for the genitalia and so sometimes these two sections of information can overlap and make you wanna lick some toes
I actually genuinely love dealing with angry and aggressive customers because it’s SO funny. They always come in with a specific level of energy and they expect whoever they deal with to be scared of them and then when I’m clearly not physically or emotionally intimidated they get SO flustered and start doing the weirdest shit to regain power in the situation. Like there’s absolutely nothing you could do to me in this coffee shop that would ever even make my Top 10 Scariest Interactions With People but by all means, keep faking that phone call to your boss who apparently knows the Starbucks mermaid personally.
Is that the right way to deal with people paying you for a service? Is it really worth losing customers and potential customers so you can pretend like you are someone important? What could they be irate about? You put whip cream on the latte? You didn’t leave your finger on the grinder button long enough? I find it hysterical that someone so low on the food chain needs to feel like they have a big dick! It’s rather pathetic that someone that is one step-up from pushing carts for a living can be so delusional. I would be petty if my daily life was to warm up milk or grind beans for a living but at the end of the day you are the one wearing an apron & wiping piss off toilets for a living. I think we all know who really wins
Cranky because I told you your “grande 20 oz skinny breve latte” order made no fucking sense aren’t you
For anyone wondering, this is amazing enrichment for the animal and a great way to involve guests! The lions aren’t forced to play with the rope if they don’t want to, and these guys (and anyone else who tries this out) have an awesome close up and hands on experience, all without having to come in direct contact with the cat!
“feverishly obsessed with hamlet after reading it once in twelfth grade english” is just as important and embarrassing of a phase as emo/scene/anime and should be acknowledged as such
me at age 15 writing fall out boy lyrics in my math notebook is genuinely the exact same as me at age 18 writing hamlet’s final speech in my personal journal
it just occurred to me that maybe i’m just wrought with a spineless melancholy and this isn’t universal.
