I worked at a health-food store in the Chicago suburbs, and everyone hated the juice bar shift. People were cranky, entitled, and somehow always convinced their $6 smoothie turned them into royalty.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But nothing \u2014 nothing<\/em> \u2014 prepared me for her<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She ordered a carrot juice. Simple. Basic. I made it exactly the same way we always did. I handed it to her with a smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She took one sip, stared at it\u2026 Cold, sticky juice dripping down my hair and shirt, and she snarled:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTRY AGAIN.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I froze. Not out of fear \u2014 out of pure disbelief that a grown adult behaved like a feral toddler.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My manager ran over, apologized to her<\/em>, and began remaking the drink while I stood there, humiliated and soaking wet. She smirked at me the whole time like she\u2019d just won a prize.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But she didn\u2019t know who she was dealing with.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because right there \u2014 right then \u2014 I decided she wasn\u2019t getting away with it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When my manager stepped away to grab a lid, I leaned over the counter, smiled sweetly, and said:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou\u2019re right. Let me make sure it\u2019s perfect this time.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I took the new cup, turned around like I was adding something special\u2026 Not anything gross \u2014 I would never do that. I shoved them through the machine until the juice was practically sludge \u2014 thick, bitter, impossible to drink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then I handed it to her with the kindest voice I could muster:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHere you go! Fresh batch.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n She strutted out drinking it proudly\u2026 I watched through the window as she gagged, confused, furious \u2014 but with no one to blame but herself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because this time, she couldn\u2019t throw it in my face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She\u2019d already done that once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And I promise you \u2014 I worked at a health-food store in the Chicago suburbs, and everyone hated the juice bar shift. People were cranky, entitled, and somehow always convinced their $6… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3087,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6085","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyzone24.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6085","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyzone24.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyzone24.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyzone24.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyzone24.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6085"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/storyzone24.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6085\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyzone24.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3087"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyzone24.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6085"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyzone24.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6085"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyzone24.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6085"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
and before I could react, she THREW IT IN MY FACE<\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and I did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I grabbed the biggest, ugliest<\/em>, most fibrous<\/em> carrots we had. The ones we saved for compost because they jam the juicer and create a gritty, pulpy mess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and made it exactly halfway through the parking lot before she stopped, grimaced, and spat it all over the pavement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
there was never a second time.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"