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I had a customer like that with chocolate. He came in about once a week for hot chocolate and he wanted like 4x times the amount of chocolate syrup. Once I steamed the milk and poured it all together, he’d add like 4 or 5 sugars to it. One time I said to my Dad “I wonder why he does that?” and he said before he

It also applies to tobacco products (and of course caffeine). Let me tell you, the hours before sundown in majority-Muslim countries are when s—- gets real.

My husband came home last night after being away for two weeks and he’s like, “Hi honey!” And I’m like, “STOP TALKING AND HELP ME GET DINNER.”

It’s hard to say since I wasn’t there, and I obviously can’t “diagnose” anything, but I am getting some SERIOUS junkie/addict vibes from caramel lady. I had a similar situation in my coffee shop (although not exactly that thank GOD) with a lady who was clearly addicted to what was probably meth. We had music shows at

I worked in group homes for mentally handicapped adults for many years and I’m dead serious when I say that Caramel lady sounds like some of the residents I had to deal with. I can absolutely picture myself talking to a new staff member and explaining why Betty was not allowed into any coffee shop unsupervised after

When the manager came, the lady again demanded, “Why doesn’t this taste like the corned beef I had in New York twenty-five years ago?!” The manager said as kindly as she could, “I don’t have any idea. I wasn’t there twenty-five years ago. I’ve never been to New York either. Are you sure it was corned beef you

ramadan mubarakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

I’d drool, but it’s Ramadan and I’ve no moisture to spare. x_x

Coffee stories and going to coffee stories make me laugh so hard now...I learned a fantastic game when I got sent to Qatar to assist an Air Force base. I am former Army, so going to the Air Force can be either really entertaining or horrifying based on how good the location is. In this case...it was horrifying.

Why does everyone complain that deli sandwiches are not made the way they are in NYC, then stare expectantly as if I can do something about that? NYC is hundred of miles away from where I am serving you. Do you think I have Carmen Sandiego stuffed up my ass, and can instantly whip her out and transport us to the Land

If Dastardly Mime wants to share his mead. Otherwise, we could get some B Nektar and drink that!

Mmmm. How about we plan a metro-Detroit meetup when that blackberry mead is ready? :-D

OK. I need everyone to know this:

I am moving to Delhi next year! I made it official this week. I’m super excited! A little nervous too, especially when it comes to what kinds of clothing I can wear and whether I will be able to eat raw vegetables. But that’s ok! I’m so excited about living in a new culture with new food and meeting new people and

Our 10 year high school reunion was supposed to be a $45 Mexican buffet in a funeral home. Not enough people bought tickets so it just got canceled. NO SHIT SHERLOCK. I can’t stop laughing.

I knew intuitively that this argument was crap, but I had to get some expert input on how to refute it.

I too love dippin dots.

YOU CAN’T PUT A PRICE ON HAPPINESS, MADELEINE.

I bought the book but I can’t find it.

Roses are red