I used to work for a family business and the wife would make coffee in the morning then spend the day patting herself on the back for being so great her employees. She was a twat, but whatever. Then I got hired and learned she made coffee so weak Olive Oyl could kick its ass. I remedied the situation by dumping out her swill and making real coffee. She cried. Literally fucking cried.
There is no point to that story. I just wanted to tell you about the time I made a grown ass woman cry because she made shitty coffee.
I did not work there long.
|Reverend Rudy, bitches!|
This has to happen.