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Fuck You Good Morning

Everywhere I seem to go
shitty attitudes follow me  
 
if you are not a morning person,
why the hell do you work mornings at a coffee house?
 
Phil, the Barista at Timmy Ho's (Tim Horton's)
cant fucking smile to save his life
 
he is a mumbler so its really fucking hard to hear him
and when I say excuse me? he rolls his eyes
 
then my head cocks sideways, and I glare at him
he begins mumbling again
 
I cut him off and say "give me my coffee" I pay and leave
this used to happen every morning
 
then I decided to stop at the spot at the corner of my street
I always put ice in first to cool it down then I prep my cup
 
several french vanilla creams and three sugars
and a squirt of vanilla flavoring
 
well, the vanilla flavoring shot all over the place
don't know what its problem was it didn't want to get in my cup
 
it was all over the counter,  
I walked around looking for a rag and found only napkins
 
whatever, so I used those and it made it worse
I had to be to work so I headed to the counter to pay
 
I hear "you make mess, why you no clean?"
I turn around to see the dude with an angry look on his face
 
"I looked for a rag,couldn't find one" that's all I said
"you think I get paid to clean after you?" that's what he said
 
then I was like "yeah actually I do"
he is all "get out of my store"
 
that coffee I had in my hand suddenly hit the floor
big splash too, good thing I jumped back, the carnage missed me
 
he comes running over real close to my face and he screams  
"FUCK YOOOUUUU GOOOOOOD MORNING"
 
I couldn't help but smile as he lead me out by my arm
"never come here again" and he pulled the door closed
 
I gingerly walked to my car  
I kept saying to myself fuck yooouuuu gooood morning and laughing
 
maybe dropping the coffee wasn't the coolest thing I ever did
and perhaps it was a tad bit immature
 
but I would totally do it again
just to hear him say "fuck yooouuuu goooood morning"
 
the shitty part about all this  
I had to go back to Timmy Ho's
 
of course Phil the bumbling mumbling idiot was there
he began his early morning routine of fucking with me  
 
when he handed me my coffee
I quietly said "fuck yoouuuu goooood morning
 
the Phil the bumbling mumbling idiot actually smiled
now every morning, he smiles when he sees me
 
my coffee is ready when he sees me walking in the door
no more mumbling  
 
no more attitude
crazy what a simple fuck yooouuuu gooood morning can do
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by nikkimoe
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