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| - Reading these reviews, it looks like the lady behind the counter treats everyone like shit. That's kind of good, I guess. I didn't want to be the only one.
She wasn't TOO rude to me, she was mostly just weird. I got a watermelon juice and boba. I was telling my girlfriend that that sounded deeeelicious. I was like, "Mmmm watermelon juice, yeah!" and the lady behind the counter was like, "It's not a juice. It's a slush. Like a slosh."
"That's fine," I said. On the menu, it's labeled as watermelon juice so when I put in my order, I said it again and, again, she goddamn corrected me. Look, bitch, if you don't want me to call it JUICE, don't CALL it juice on the menu. Change it. Update it. It's yours! Or, do you enjoy annoyances and pet peeves so that you can argue semantics?
Then, get this fucking shit: My total was something like $8.12 and she charged me *$88.12*!! That's almost NINETY fucking dollars! She re-charged me, but half-assed it because my bank account balance didn't reflect the correct amount for at least 3 days. So, for a couple days, I was just fucked, I was out $80 because of this lady.
Sure, the boba was good but holy fuck it's not worth being treated like a tit and having my money taken away from me for three days.
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