Two Girls, Eight Cups

(We have a self-serve coffee station where two young women are talking.)

Girl #1: “So, like, what are you going to SAY to him?!”

Girl #2: *makes a cup of coffee* “I don’t know…”

Girl #1: “After what he said about you!”

Girl #2: *makes second cup* “What did he say?”

Girl #1: “You know! You were there! You heard it all.”

Girl #2: *makes third cup* “I don’t know… everything is just soooo messed up, you know?”

Girl #1: “Like, for sure!”

Girl #2: *makes fourth cup* “I don’t even know what I’ll say to him… I don’t even know if I want to be with him anymore!”

Girl #1: *sympathetically* “I so understand!”

Girl #2: *makes fifth cup* “That’s it, I’ll just say GOODBYE!” *makes sixth cup*

Girl #1: “Good for you. He was a scumbag. Let’s go eat. Say, why are you making all those coffees? Are you like, really thirsty?” *giggles*

Girl #2: “I don’t know. I’m not going to drink them. I’m just making them!” *makes seventh cup*

Girl #1: “Well, won’t the employees here be really mad they have to clean that all up?”

Girl #2: *shrugs* “I don’t know.” *makes eighth cup*

Girl #1: “You’re so BAD! Teehee!”

Me: “Excuse me, but we WILL be really mad if you keep wasting our coffee… so stop, please.”

(They scamper out, grinning mischievously, leaving the mess of used sugar packets, coffee stains and half and half around. Yes, she added it in each one! Nice.)