“okay, the phrase ‘the customer is always right’ is fuckin’ bullshit!” kiera lowly growled, slumping down in the green chair, slumping low, her face barely visible under her baseball cap she wore to hide her slightly greasy hair. “she was complaining that her coffee was too hot, so i remade it and then she said it was too fucking cold. like i’m sorry, but maybe just deal with it or remove the stick from your ass that’s got you so uptight!” she ranted. “this job has me ready for death...”.















