I'm sick of you thinking you are better than me.
I'm sick of you driving up to the window in your Suburban and treating me like dirt. Just because you're decked from head to toe in Nike on your way back from the country club sporting your Coach purse and gaudy fake-looking diamond ring does not give you the right to be rude to me and my fellow hardworking co-workers.
Two customers ordered similar drinks today. One didn't get made because there was a miscommunication and the partner preparing beverages thought it was mistakenly entered in the computer. When my co-worker at the window told the customer politely that it would be just a moment, that there was a mix-up. She scoffs, turns to the woman in the passenger and says "Apparently it doesn't take an education to work at Starbucks...Yeah, I guess they'll hire anybody."
You are no better than the young man working behind the register at McDonalds. You are no better than your waitress at The Olive Garden. You are no better than the gentleman at Chevron pumping your gas. We are all made of water and carbon. We breathe the same air and walk the same ground. We are completely equal in God's eyes.
Why don't you chose to treat me as you would your brother or sister? At the end of it all, aren't we all connected? Why do you feel the need to elevate yourself? Are you that dissatisfied with your life and who you are, that you must put down others? I am sad for you.
Perhaps you should evaluate what's really important in your life. And you could probably also benefit from choosing the Tall Frappucino instead of the Venti.
Sincerely.
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