Yesterday, a woman came into the store and approached me while I was on bar and started ordering. I told her politely, “Oh, I’m sorry, they can go ahead and take your order over at the register over there” *points to R1*. She rolls her eyes and walks toward R1.

This woman orders the strawberry açaí refresher and then while I’m still on bar she starts PEERING OVER ME WHILE I’M MAKING HER DRINK. As I grab the strawberry base, she’s like, “NO, I WANTED THE KIWI STARFRUIT REFRESHER”.

The ticket read ‘trenta strawberry açaí’. So, I’m like, ”Oh, that’s no problem, I’ll go ahead and make that for you. Did you want that with water or—“

“NO! I don’t want any water I want the KIWI STARFRUIT!”

🙃 “Okay, ma’am, we make it with water by default though we can also make it with lemonade for you.”

Her son, embarrassed by this Karen’s behavior, chimes in, “Mom, they’re saying with water or lemonade choose one.”

She agrees to the lemonade. As I make the the refresher with lemonade she’s like, “Pour some onto a cup and let me taste it.”

I pour it into a tall cup and she’s not satisfied with it. Then she’s like, “I ASKED FOR NO LEMONADE.”

🤠

At the end of the day. This woman made me pour her a trenta of kiwi base, then give her two venti iced cups. Finally, I give her the drinks and she’s like, “Umm… plastic straws? Last time I was here, they gave me like cool straws because they took a long time. You don’t have any of those?”

There was nobody in-store at this point, just her… like this woman is such a freaking cheap scape. So I played the green bean card and said, “Oh, I wouldn’t know anything about that I’m still training, thank-you!”

Like, how sad must you be in your life to get a kick out of being a Karen?