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For the past few years I have gotten up, brushed my teeth, put my uniform on, drove to work, and stopped to get coffee at a a place we shall call "Rim Rortons". Simply put, how hard is it to screw up an Xl Black Coffee. Once I was given the coffee and realized there was cream in it I went back to the counter to get what I paid for. The lady at the counter told me that I had to wait back in line to fix what they had gotten wrong, so I did. 10 minutes later she fussed about getting me my coffee and gave a smart comment and a look of disgust. Simply put, YOU are paid to get ME "the customer" my fucking coffee, if you want to whine and complain about it, get a new job. —Don't Mess with My Caffeine