Today I woke up in my Dads car with Spencer, and after a good start to the morning went to McDonald's for breakfast. There I witnessed a frustrated older woman walk up to the cashier; who was a young Latina girl, and disgracefully criticize the service she received. She claimed there was no reason her coffee should have taken so long, demanding to know if this poor girl had any fast food experience and finished her demonic tirade by repeatedly asking how much our victim makes an hour, walking away only after a dismayed "7.25" was muttered.
I wanted to know more than anything what that woman got out of her vicious act. Does it make her feel better about herself to mock those who make minimum wage? What incredible contributions can such a woman make in our society that gives her any right to be pompous? I watched this creature sip her all to late coffee with a smirk of pride, as the sun shone through the window on her wretched, wrinkled face. She was in no rush to finish, as a matter of fact, she walked out just after us; who arrived after her. Why then was she so insistent on getting her coffee on time? I don't understand people.
Moral of today: Patience is practical.
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