I Pity The Dunkin Donuts Workers


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Last night, I spent the evening with a few people that made me truely grateful for my sisters and their intrinsic classiness. There is much to be said for people who tip 15%, say "thank you" and are generally nice people.

These few people I was with, decided they wanted Dunkin Donut's coffee (only Lord knows why, since the stuff tastes like pond scum.) So, instead of politely placing their order, they had to go on this whole harrange of how their order was messed up this morning and they couldn't just drink plain cappicino... It was a quite long and fearsome tale. By the time they finished, the poor employee did not know what was up and what was down.

And then, at the hair salon... suffice to say, the people I was with did not understand the principles of tipping, being a good customer, or generally NOT BEING A PAIN IN THE ASS.

Moral of the story: Be nice or Sarah will write about you on her blog.


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