Ughhhh, Katerbean is the abusive boyfriend that I keep coming back to and hate myself for it. There is nothing else around and convenience wins today due to the snow, and my extreme exhaustion and need for caffiene.
Why, do you ask? I just asked the gal behind the counter, kindly, if I could borrow a pen for a moment. I got an annoyed sigh, an eye roll and zero eyecontact. Really? I asked for a pen, not a kidney.
My pleading for a coffee shop intervention from someone, anyone, is now a red alert! Help us RS residents, please!