Coffee Shop
“Are you kidding me?” she said, money in her hand, eyeing the girl working the cash register at Starbucks. “I’m sorry, but…” “Unbelievable,” she continued, berating the cashier. “So what is the reason this time? Price of gas? How did a bean become more expensive all of a sudden?” An uncomfortable silence filled the air between them. All around, the normal buzz of the morning ritual provided a contrasting backdrop to the tension at the register. “We changed our prices a couple of days ago,” the cashier offered. “It’s on the board.” “I always pay $4.23 for my coffee. Always!” she emphasized by slamming her money on the counter. “As a matter ...