I'm standing 3 deep in line at Starbucks the other day patiently waiting to order my Chai Tea Latte. (No foam, non-fat, extra hot) The guy at the head of the line gives his order (he too had been 3 deep in line at one point). He gives his order, and clearly he had been to a Starbucks before based upon his Half Caff, Double Shot, ring around the rosey, etc.
So when the nice girl at the register tells him "$3.95 please", he seems almost startled that he has to actually pay. He spends about 30 seconds getting his George Costanza wallet out of his too tight pants and then spends another minute digging through the mountain of receipts and coupons until he FINALLY finds a five dollar bill.
Here's a thought you jackwagon. Trying digging though your pocket filing cabinet BEFORE you get to the front of the line. Did you not think you would make it there? Every time you order that drink, EVERY TIME, it has cost the same. How can you not be ready with your money? How can you be so selfish as to not think about moving promptly so others spend less time watching you fumble through your nonsense. GRRRRR. When I was 3 deep in line, MY MONEY WAS IN MY HAND you spazbucket.
I hate everyone