I sigh wearily as I look up to the grey boring clock, "Could this day get any slower?" It feels like the clock hasn't moved in three hours. Maybe its broken and I can go home soon and not have to fill out another crazy coffee order for another ten hours. I mean the stuff people make up nowadays is maddening. I turn back to the slightly dirty coffee machine and pick up the cup putting the lid on it and a label on it with the customers name. Before leaving it on the counter for my co-worker Emily to call out. Turning to the next customer in line with a bright fake smile to greet them, "Hello what can I get for you today?" The customer then spews out this load of nonsense, "Venti white mocha, quad shot, 2 shots on bottom, two on top. almond milk, extra hot, caramel drizzle INSIDE THE CUP and extra whip cream." I stop for a second slightly baffled but the large order but instead of mocking them I bite my tongue nodding and ringing up the drink, "That will be £9.56 do you have a member ship card." Letting out a deep breath as she paid then strutted over to the collection area and I was left to try and make that monstrosity. Cleaning up as I go and I hear a voice behind me from the counter, "Don't you just hate prissy bitches like that?""Don't even get me started," I responded exasperated and tired, not even realising that was a customer and not a co-worker. I hand over the drink to the lady and turn back to the counter looking up at you my cheeks flushing slightly. Nervously wiping my hands on my apron I ask, "May I get you anything?"