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“Excuse me!”
Bucky snaps out of his daydream.
“Did you get any of my order?" the woman demands, giving the stink eye.
Bucky goes through the one sided conversation in his head, “Mocha Crumble Frappuccino blended beverage with oatmilk, no whipped cream, caramel drizzle, mocha drizzle, 3 shots of espresso, 3 vanilla bean powder scoops, lined with caramel sauce.”
“Seriously?” the woman scoffs, “I said LIGHT caramel drizzle. Honestly, were you even paying attention? You know one day this place will catch up with all the other Scarbucks and have kiosks to order from, and I won't have to deal with incompetent people like you. In fact I wanna speak to your manager.”
“He’s a robot,” Bucky lies smugly.
“What?”
“Yeah, they upgraded to robot managers now because our human manager was sick of listening to customer complaints. But the new one will agree with any crap that comes out of your mouth. ”
“Well I never-” The woman yanks her chihuahua’s leash and storms out the door, “You have just lost a customer.”
“And I don't intend on finding you again… bye!”
The woman tries to slam the door, only for it to slow-close.
Bucky attempts to shake off the irritating itch on the back of his neck that comes with working in customer service. “Why does she keep coming in if she hates it here?” he asks his coworker, Peggy.
“You know how loyal people are to their coffee shops. Once they find the most convenient one, they always return.”
A man walks in clad in blue scrubs, with a fatigued expression on his face.
Peggy perks up, “aw speaking of loyal customers-” she turns to the man, “welcome back Doctor. You're here early.”
He wipes the sleep out of his eyes, “My boss wants to meet with me. He's probably just gonna change my schedule, which is what it is but, anyway, I'll just get the usual.”
“Sure thing,” Peggy searches the saved orders on the tablet for ‘Boomi's usual’.
She prints the label and sends it Bucky's way. He reads it, ‘a dash of honey and coco powder added to a grande black’
Black like I like my men heheh, he chuckles.
“So, never gonna order that Pegasus Drink again huh?” Peggy inquires.
“What?”
“You ordered it once, then went back ‘the usual.'”
“Oh uh no, guess not.”
“Order for Boomi,” Bucky calls, setting the drink on the counter. “Aw shoot I gotta clock out before I go over.” He rushes to the break room and grabs his bag before heading to the door. “See you tomorrow Peggy”
“Bye Bucky”
Later that day, at home, Bucky sits at his laptop contemplating his next video.
I could do the Shrimp challenge, but I think that one is a bit outdated. I could try the Heartattack Challenge. How does that go again?
He searches the challenge on Google, and reads the AI summery,
“Chug 16 shots of espresso then chug nut milk so the protein levels out the caffeine buzz”... “Like, almond milk, I guess. I wish they worded that differently. But I'll, uh, think about that one.”
He checks the time, "12:41am”
“I better get to bed.”