The staff at the refreshment counter have given up all hope in life and have resigned themselves to being inept at their jobs and all aspects of their lives. Now I'm no fan of a late teen to start with, but when they look at you like you're stupid when you order an iced mocha, on the menu, then sigh when they have to make it, it makes e hate them all the more. To the chubby little blond bitch, tighten up your game sweetheart.