The cashier shook up my juice.

I like getting that brand of juice whenever I go to that restaurant, and it always has sediment at the bottom and needs (or at least invites itself) to be shaken up. But by me, after I purchase it. Somehow this dude casually shaking up my juice while punching the order into his register with his free hand bugged the crap out of me enough to post about it here. He robbed me of my ritual, and he involved himself in my meal more personally than I was comfortable with.

I can't rationalize this reaction, but fuck that dude.


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