Cafe Conversations

I just know that after this one ya'll will be just so envious of my job. Please, try not to let the jealousy show too much. . .

Suzie: Hi, What can I get for you

Lady: I'll have a double tall, half soy, half skim, half caff latte and a spinach pretzel and a. . .

Little girl: Mommy! My tummy hurts (in a plaintive whine)

Lady: Just a minute (shushing the little girl) and a chocolate chunk cookie, and a. . .

Little girl: Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!

Lady: Just a minute! (yelling kind of angry now). I also want a. . .(long pause here) Never mind (then to her son) Get her coat lets go.

At this point I was really confused as to what was happening until. . .

Suzie: Uh, VinnieG. You better come here.

Sure enough, splattered all over the floor right in front of the register was chunks of pineapple, apples, spaghetti-o's and, I assume, red pop in a puddle of chunky bile that the little girl threw up. Yup, the lady's little brat puked all over the floor and the lady didn't say a freaking thing. No, "sorry my kid puked all over your floor" or a "let me help you with that." Nope, she just bundled her kid up and tore right out of there. But wait, there's more. . .

I trudge out there with the mop, six pairs of gloves on, and enough paper towels to serve the army when up walks two women.

Me: Oh. . .watch yourself, careful where you step

lady: why? (in a snotty tone of voice)

Me: Just nod my head towards the congealing blob of vomit on the floor)

Lady: Oh, what is that?

Suzie: (from behind the counter answering the lady because I was trying hard to not throw up as I was cleaning it up myself). It's from a little a girl

Lady: What?

Suzie: The kid puked on the floor (because sometimes you gotta be blunt)

Lady: Oh. I thought it had been a yummy drink or something. . .


WTF???!!!??? Even if it wasn't all chunky and smelly WTF!!!???!!! Was she gonna eat it up off the floor if it was a yummy drink? What the hell? The kicker of it was that they just stood there in my way why I was trying to clean it up until I said "excuse me please," and you would have thought it was the hardest thing on Earth for them to move they way the snorted and huffed. Well excuse me! Most of the rest of the world doesn't want to look at or smell that stuff while you decide what freaking Latte you wanted.

YUCK! But at least no on complained after I cleaned it up and I declared that it gace me the right to leave 15 minutes early. They were all just thanking whoever that they didn't have to clean that up.

p.s.
for obvious reasons there will be no photo to accompany this post. . .
You're welcome.