So, came in today on my day off to cover a mid. Phone rings. We are slammed. I answer hey thanks for calling Starbucks at (redacted) how can I help you. And I get this: oh please give me a minute. Bitch you called me the fuck? And then the audacity of me being on oven doing all the things I say one moment as I’m talking to drive about what we have and don’t for an order. And you get mad? Yes we have cake pops roll on through Susan. I can’t sometimes. But that was a first for me.