Mouse.

The problem with working in a coffee shop was that it was nothing like fanfiction led me to believe. Sure, I get to work with my two best friends which is awesome, but I hadn’t been expecting the fact that customers were assholes in real life. The reality was that I burned myself at least three times a day and more than twice a week somebody would scream in my face over something as simple as forgetting caramel drizzle.

All of that I can manage, but when one customer decides to act like a dickhole, make prejudiced comments about one of my friends, and then blast us on Facebook for being “unprofessional”, I decide to take matters into my own hands. And how will I get my revenge?

By fucking the woman’s son.

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Written for the I Think I'm Crushing contest.