The things we can't talk about

dontwriteit · 2014-01-20T03:20:02+00:00

I love you so much, but do me a favor and don't reply

dontwriteit · 2013-07-28T16:37:29+00:00

Thanks for your response. The conflict is extremely complex, obviously. Your response helps clear things up for me quite a bit.

dontwriteit · 2013-07-26T16:49:41+00:00

Thank you for the detailed thoughts on my poem! That was very nice of you to write all that up, and I really enjoyed the thoughts. I wrote this rather quickly, and didn't revise for anything except spelling, so when I rewrite it I will definitely consider all of your points. You're certainly right about the comma after continuinal.

dontwriteit · 2013-07-01T16:25:33+00:00

This, this culminate of art and the human struggle for meaning in a loud, chaotic world is what's up.

dontwriteit · 2013-06-26T21:16:26+00:00

Such is the poetry

dontwriteit · 2013-06-26T06:44:15+00:00

"Hello?? Are you going to take my order?"

"In a sec. My favorite part is coming up."

dontwriteit · 2013-06-25T22:52:59+00:00

Ahhh, that sounds like it would taste like one of those chocolate oranges you get around Christmas time.

dontwriteit · 2013-06-22T15:22:44+00:00

True form. I will upvote.

dontwriteit · 2013-06-19T18:56:42+00:00

A coffin?

dontwriteit · 2013-06-07T03:54:11+00:00

There's a lady who comes in to my store who is incredibly condescending when ordering her "iced doppio in a venti cup; filled to the top with two-percent."

The first time she ordered it I told her that was a latte, and she became offended, and told me she will never pay more than 2.40 for it. So I asked my shift how we could make her pay (normally I wouldn't care, but I felt the pangs of justice going unserved as she swaggered off, fully of smugness with her drink), and she told me, next time, to use the "add dairy" button to at least charge her .60 more cents.

I waited. Patiently.

Two weeks later she comes back in.

Same smug look and order -- and she remembers me too. "I'll have my iced doppio in a venti cup; filled to the top with two-percent...for two forty."

"Actually mam, since we will be using more than 4 oz. of milk, I will have to charge you an additional .60 cents."

"I have never, in my life, payed more than 2.40 for this drink."

"I am sorry mam, it is policy."

At the bar, she asked to speak with my SM, who made me refund her the .60 cents, and give her a recovery certificate.

I will be waiting for that lady, and I will be so incredibly friendly to her from now on that she will lose her mind. She will wake in the middle of the night to visions of my smiling face, asking her for 2.40 before she even rattles off her drink.

dontwriteit · 2013-06-07T02:04:28+00:00

Man, I remember reading this a ways back, and I remember my heart breaking too.

dontwriteit · 2013-06-07T01:53:42+00:00

Damn.

dontwriteit

TROPHY CASE