The barista called me a *itch.
I guess I pulled up to the wrong side of the shack because when I asked the barista about the specials, she said there was only one white board. She slammed it down in front of me then turned away. Not wanting to upset her further, I commented that she must be having a bad day. As I went to drive away, she yelled, ?I am now, *ITCH!? That word was so loud it was heard across traffic at the lumber yard across the street