D: They gave me the wrong drink yet again. In a month, (1 month) they have never, ever gotten my drink right the first time.
Ever.

I’m like THANKS! Not mad! Just not comin’ back.

 

Me: Bahaha

 

D: I mean, first world problems, for sure

 

Me: But still.

We deal with a lot.

This is all we ask.

 

D: Just want a no foam soy latte. That’s all.

 

Me: You want too much.

 

D: “Vanilla latte” comes up.

Nope.

Nope, that not it.

 

Me: In the old country, you knew your place.

 

D: In Mother Russia, you make mistake, you no eat whole winter.

 

Me: In  Mother Russia, latte drink YOU.

 

D: You drink potato latte. Out of hollowed potato. And you like it.

 

Me: We make latte with potatoes and tears.

 

D: Potato spice latte: Two parts potato, one part despair.

 

Me: With a sprinkling of cinnamon.

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