diag pizza delivery lady

...should not be allowed to drink caffeine, let alone operate heavy machinery.

here's a little situation that occurred today with crazy red haired diag pizza delivery lady. i was stocking some teas down by the coffee bar when i saw her walk in the store and bypass the line. i made the mistake of making eye contact with her. once she locked onto me, i knew i was done for. she was carrying an empty, lipstick smeared erc cup. she said "who's in charge here??" amelia immediately threw me under the bus. (which i understand, i bet she knew it would be great and that i would blog about it). i said "can i help you with something?" she said "uh yes some service!" and then started maniacally laughing. she then launched into a very long explanation of how she purchased a coffee this morning, as she always does, and had to contend with something new today. GROUNDS. there were GROUNDS in her coffee cup. she brought the stale remnants back as evidence. she DID drink the coffee, she is NOT lying to me. but she did not enjoy it as much as she wanted to. now she mixed the french vanilla and the royale blend coffee (she hopes that is okay). i told her yup, that sure was fine. and that sometimes the bottom of a pot might have some grounds in them. she said, "WELL THE CUSTOMER CANNOT SEE THAT. WE DO NOT KNOW IF IT IS THE BOTTOM OF THE POT OR NOT." i said that i was sorry. perhaps it was busy this morning and we were not careful enough brewing the coffee. she said "sometimes that happens if you don't line the filter up properly." yes, yes this can happen i said. then came the real meat of why she came back to complain. "you know it was just the first time i had to contend with this. and it was awful. i had to pick them out of my teeth. you know they get stuck in there. and look like cavities. so i was just wondering if i could fill up a little bit. just half a cup. just half a cup to replace the coffee that was ruined." FINE i told her. that was just fine. anything to end the most awkward conversation of the day. i even offered to rinse out her nasty cup (i would have immediately thereafter washed my hands). she told me she would prefer to do it herself in he bathroom. she did so and then filled up HALF a cup. just HALF a cup. which she proceeded to show me three times. great, lady, you may be honest, but yous still cuh-ray-zee. get out of my life.