He Refused To Deal With His Obnoxious Kid

So I dealt with him myself

I triggered myself making this one (Canva)

I have exactly one point five hours before I have to pick up my daughter from play rehearsal and there is a story inside my brain my fingers are itching to get out. The nearest café is crowded; likely due to the unseasonably cool spring temperature and laziness of modern society.

I scan the place for a seat alone but the only table is shared so I drop my jacket on a chair made just uncomfortable enough that your back screams after an hour and join the line.

“…he’s just such an empathetic kid, he needed somewhere with more of a social justice lens; you know how it is.” The hipster in front of me is in no hurry to order and I consider ripping off his prick moustache and stuffing it into his prick mouth like a gag if he doesn’t get to his prick order soon.

“Well we miss Brazen, tell him Blakeleigh wants to have a playdate soon!” the barista says, in no hurry to push product.

I hate it here.

After paying the three dollars it costs for a mediocre latte plus the extra dollar for oat milk and the additional three dollars overcharge they somehow justify by adding some dumbass heart design made from frothed milk to the top — a design my lips will cut through on the first sip — I take a seat at the shared table…