This s**t would never fly in New York!

Dear dumb bimbette in the yogurt shop:

Just wanted to thank you for making my experience getting a treat into a bit of a cluster f**k. I was so excited when I saw there was only you in the shop and thought to myself this would be a quick trip. But no, you had other ideas. First, you were a little chatty with the 16-year-old behind the counter. (FYI, he is too young for you) Second, you had to try 3 different flavors, but would eat each one and then ask for the next. Then you could not decide which flavors you wanted and had to change your order a couple of times, driving the poor kid and myself a little batty. But what you did next was just baffling to me. You asked for a topping on the side. But instead of just getting one thing in the little cup you decided to keep asking for different things until the cup was full. While this is all happening, another person comes in and we keep looking at each at each other and thinking what is up with this chick? Then to keep it going you keep talking to the kid about the manager and why he came back to work there, etc., etc. Um, hi do you see us standing in line? Could you be ruder?

Oh, but of course that is not all. Then after he rings you up, you ask for another sample to go. Hey bucko, (yes I used that word), do not be so selfish! Just for the record this s**t would not fly in New York. Let me tell you something, if I end up in line behind you, beware: I will say something and it will not be pleasant.

-MRF