“Hey Steve, great to see you here!” yet again you lazy piece of grease, “Still no luck on the job?”

“Nope. You wouldn’t happen to have an opening for me, eh?” Steve said with a greasy voice.

“Nope,” I said with a smile, “I’m sure you find one soon though!” Haha… Steve, you truly do ruin the scenery.

Walking into my usual coffee shop, I had the usual pleasure of meeting my favourite barista. I forget their name…

“Heeey, guy…” I said mockingly, “I don’t want to deal with your crap today, I’ve got actual work to do,”

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“Oh what a surprise, it’s you,” the barista sighed, “I suppose you forgot you were band from here? You know, after how you trea-“

“Oh, would you look at that,” I said pointing to a nearby plaque, “Hmm… My name appears to be on it? I’m apparently an investor?”

“Here you go again,” he scowled, “You think I’ll fall for that this time?”

“Look, just make me a coffee… And I won’t dock your pay again,” I laughed, “Or maybe, I could fire you instead?”

“You know what? Fine,” he said with a sudden smug look, “I’ll make you a coffee…”

“Alright, I’ll-“ I attempted to blurt out before the barista turned around and started making a random drink.

“Alright here you go,” he said with a smirk. The drink was my usual drink… However, the cup was roughly the height of a typical ruler.

“Thank you, finally,” I said with a fake smile as I picked the cup up. Though I might have shown a bit of my anger. Oh no… There’s no heat protector thing… Ow.

“Wait! You can’t drink all of that!” he shouted in protest as I walked away, “And besides, you’ve got to pay!”