No Name
When one of my baristas asked a guy his name at a Starbucks, he immediately flipped out, demeaning her, calling her stupid, and refusing to offer a name. Anyway, I take over the handoff drinks and simply set his drink on the handoff without saying anything. (I’ll add that it was a busy store with a long line.)
I just keep putting drinks out for maybe 10/15 minutes until some jackass comes up to me and takes up his now-lukewarm drink and asks, “Is this mine?” “I don’t know, it doesn’t have a name on it,” I simply said.
No Name
Sandcastles
We were kids on vacation with our family at the beach. My little sister would always build a lovely sandcastle, just to have it destroyed the next day, causing her to grieve. We wanted to figure out who was doing it, so we stayed behind one day to observe. We laughed smugly as a gang of jerk older boys came along and kicked her tower down. So the next night, we sanded and decorated a large beach rock. The jerk youngsters showed up with their arrogant grins and kicked a solid rock with all their force, just like clockwork. The yowl and the expressions on their faces were the best kind of retaliation ever.
Sandcastles
