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Bad, Children, and Friends: . . . and Their Pecadilloes Sex (20 children), pride, temper Sex (mostly futile), personal hygiene, ach Beethoven temper erg Brahms Chopin Sex (affair with married woman) Sex (with prostitutes), bad temper Sex with transvestite (George Sand [a woman]) Sex (French, wasn't he?) ebussy Janacek Sex (affair with much younger married woman Liszt Sex (made Mick Jagger look like a mon Mozart Money, dirty jokes, billiards Booze ussorgsky Puccini Rachmaninoff Saint-Saens Schubert Schumann Sex (multiple adulteries) Humorlessness, crewcut Sex (homosexual pederasty) Sex (died of syphilis at age 32) Mental health (went mad, jumped in Rhine, died of syphilis) Sex (went deaf, went mad, died of syphilis) Sex (homosexual) Smetana Tchaikovsky erdi Sex (lived in sin with Giuseppina) Sex (with friends' wives), greed, anti-Semitism, crypto-fascism, welshing on debts, hemorrhoids Sex (went mad, died of syphilis) agner Wolf hellahotlancelot: libertarirynn: sarahtheflutist: “Composers and their Pecadilloes”, Who’s Afraid of Classical Music? By Michael Walsh They came to write concertos and fuck and they just finished the concertos. Also I’m frankly amazed that sex got left off of Mozart’s list when it’s on nearly every other one and he literally sent scat fetish to his cousin. Peccadilloes means an unimportant sin, right? How is Bach having sex with 20 children unimportant? Or am I missing something here? No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no.Bach had 20 children, he did not have sex with 20 children.
Bad, Children, and Friends: . . .
 and Their Pecadilloes
 Sex (20 children), pride, temper
 Sex (mostly futile), personal hygiene,
 ach
 Beethoven
 temper
 erg
 Brahms
 Chopin
 Sex (affair with married woman)
 Sex (with prostitutes), bad temper
 Sex with transvestite (George Sand
 [a woman])
 Sex (French, wasn't he?)
 ebussy
 Janacek
 Sex (affair with much younger married
 woman
 Liszt
 Sex (made Mick Jagger look like a
 mon
 Mozart
 Money, dirty jokes, billiards
 Booze
 ussorgsky
 Puccini
 Rachmaninoff
 Saint-Saens
 Schubert
 Schumann
 Sex (multiple adulteries)
 Humorlessness, crewcut
 Sex (homosexual pederasty)
 Sex (died of syphilis at age 32)
 Mental health (went mad, jumped in
 Rhine, died of syphilis)
 Sex (went deaf, went mad, died of
 syphilis)
 Sex (homosexual)
 Smetana
 Tchaikovsky
 erdi
 Sex (lived in sin with Giuseppina)
 Sex (with friends' wives), greed,
 anti-Semitism, crypto-fascism, welshing
 on debts, hemorrhoids
 Sex (went mad, died of syphilis)
 agner
 Wolf
hellahotlancelot:
libertarirynn:

sarahtheflutist:
“Composers and their Pecadilloes”, Who’s Afraid of Classical Music? By Michael Walsh
They came to write concertos and fuck and they just finished the concertos.
Also I’m frankly amazed that sex got left off of Mozart’s list when it’s on nearly every other one and he literally sent scat fetish to his cousin.

Peccadilloes means an unimportant sin, right? How is Bach having sex with 20 children unimportant? Or am I missing something here?
No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no.Bach had 20 children, he did not have sex with 20 children.

hellahotlancelot: libertarirynn: sarahtheflutist: “Composers and their Pecadilloes”, Who’s Afraid of Classical Music? By Michael Walsh They...

Bad, Energy, and Fae: m4ge iwalk into starbucks and order a pumpkin spice latte with 13 shots of espresso. i tell the barista that i intend to transcend humanity and become a god. i ask for no whip creanm you say this jokingly but i had a customer actually order a pumpkin spice latte with 9 shots of espresso (also no whip) and when i asked her to verify that she did indeed want 9 shots of espresso she looked me dead in the eyes and said "i have 5 kids" Ionce had a woman come in and ordered an Americano with 19 shots of espresso. The drink took ages. It held up the line. I asked her why, and she shrugged and said "I just don't care". We still talk about that woman. We never saw her again. anais-ninja-blog new cryptid: exhausted woman at starbucks Actual conversation I had at register Hi, welcome to [Starbucks! What can I get you, today?" How much is it to fill a Venti with Espresso?" 1-I'm sorry?" A venti cup. How much to fill it with Espresso?" Oh. uh. Well, it'd be l suppose.. only have a button for a Quad. I don't have special pricing for twenty ounces of espresso in a single... drink. Price is the furthest thing from my mind right now How many 'add shots' is that?" deep breath of fear* "t'd be a quad with clears throat* "uh, sixteen additional shots of espresso. But, ma'am, I should tell you that the shots will start to get really bitter if they have to sit and wait for us to pull twenty of them- Taste means nothing to me." At this point I am truly fearing for my very existence in the presence of what must clearly be an eldritch being. Oh. Well, okay." I put on my absolute best customer service smile to hide my terror and accept that I must face this dragon, fae, or demon with dignity. "We carn certainly get that for you! The price will be She begins to pay, I shit thee not, with golden dollar coins. We are a block from Wall Street, and this eldritch demi-being is paying for an unholy elixer with golden coins. My life will end soon, I am sure of it. "Do you still have the 'Add Energy' packets?" My heart began to race at this request. Yes ma am." How many can I add? Futile though it is, at least I know the rote response to this. "For health reasons, we won't add more than one per drink and we cannot sell the packets individually One then. alter the order and tell her the new price. She pays, dumps the change and five golden dollars into the tip box. I write the order on the venti cup and pass it silently to the girl working the hot beverage station. Normally we called and pass, but this was not something to be spoken aloud. My fellow takes the cup, not thinking anything of the minor break with protocol, until she sees the order. She stares at me. "No." The woman, which I call her for no other greater insight into her terrifying being is within my grasp, simply stands on the other side and says, calmly but with a commanding tone I expect of Admirals in bad movies, "Yes My fellow barista pales before her task. But we are dutiful, we are true to our task, great though it may be. She sets about clearing the two brand new Matrena's of all distraction, and sets two tall cups in the ready position. The energy packet is emptied into the venti cup, and the shots begin pouring The barista was damn near shaking. This woman's gaze felt like the fires of the sun. Finally, the shots are pulled, the cup is filled, and the hand off takes place. ta was damn near shaking. This woman's gaze felt like the fires of the sun. Finally, the shots are pulled, the cup is filled, and the hand off takes place. Our visiting Incomprehensible takes it to our milk bar and adds a dollop of cream. Satisfied, she proceeds to down what must have been half the damn cup. Then she smiled at us, like a benediction and I was honestly filled with joy. And horror. She left, and we knew nothing more of her after that. When I talk with other former employees, we quickly begin talking about "The Company" as if we'd never I, perhaps knowing that part of our soul still powers that awesome and terrible corporate machine. And when I share this stroy, other Baristas at first act shocked but quickly settle and comes the chorus, "Yeah, I had one like that." Okay, Starbucks lore is my new favorite genre of literature. Please collect all these and more into a book. ..I thought Venti Espresso Cryptid was a fever dream my manager had. Good lord. When an elder one visits Starbucks.
Bad, Energy, and Fae: m4ge
 iwalk into starbucks and order a pumpkin spice
 latte with 13 shots of espresso. i tell the barista that
 i intend to transcend humanity and become a god.
 i ask for no whip creanm
 you say this jokingly but i had a customer actually
 order a pumpkin spice latte with 9 shots of espresso
 (also no whip) and when i asked her to verify that she
 did indeed want 9 shots of espresso she looked me
 dead in the eyes and said "i have 5 kids"
 Ionce had a woman come in and ordered an
 Americano with 19 shots of espresso. The drink
 took ages. It held up the line. I asked her why, and
 she shrugged and said "I just don't care". We still talk
 about that woman. We never saw her again.
 anais-ninja-blog
 new cryptid: exhausted woman at starbucks
 Actual conversation I had at register
 Hi, welcome to [Starbucks! What can I
 get you, today?"
 How much is it to fill a Venti with Espresso?"
 1-I'm sorry?"
 A venti cup. How much to fill it with Espresso?"
 Oh. uh. Well, it'd be l suppose.. only have a button
 for a Quad. I don't have special pricing for twenty
 ounces of espresso in a single... drink.
 Price is the furthest thing from my mind right now
 How many 'add shots' is that?"
 deep breath of fear* "t'd be a quad with clears
 throat* "uh, sixteen additional shots of espresso.
 But, ma'am, I should tell you that the shots will start
 to get really bitter if they have to sit and wait for us
 to pull twenty of them-
 Taste means nothing to me."
 At this point I am truly fearing for my very existence in
 the presence of what must clearly be an eldritch being.
 Oh. Well, okay." I put on my absolute best customer
 service smile to hide my terror and accept that I must
 face this dragon, fae, or demon with dignity. "We carn
 certainly get that for you! The price will be
 She begins to pay, I shit thee not, with golden dollar
 coins. We are a block from Wall Street, and this eldritch
 demi-being is paying for an unholy elixer with golden
 coins. My life will end soon, I am sure of it.
 "Do you still have the 'Add Energy' packets?"
 My heart began to race at this request. Yes ma am."
 How many can I add?
 Futile though it is, at least I know the rote response to
 this. "For health reasons, we won't add more than one
 per drink and we cannot sell the packets individually
 One then.
 alter the order and tell her the new price. She pays,
 dumps the change and five golden dollars into the
 tip box. I write the order on the venti cup and pass it
 silently to the girl working the hot beverage station.
 Normally we called and pass, but this was not
 something to be spoken aloud.
 My fellow takes the cup, not thinking anything of the
 minor break with protocol, until she sees the order.
 She stares at me. "No."
 The woman, which I call her for no other greater
 insight into her terrifying being is within my grasp,
 simply stands on the other side and says, calmly
 but with a commanding tone I expect of Admirals
 in bad movies, "Yes
 My fellow barista pales before her task. But we are
 dutiful, we are true to our task, great though it may be.
 She sets about clearing the two brand new Matrena's
 of all distraction, and sets two tall cups in the ready
 position. The energy packet is emptied into the venti
 cup, and the shots begin pouring
 The barista was damn near shaking. This woman's
 gaze felt like the fires of the sun. Finally, the shots are
 pulled, the cup is filled, and the hand off takes place.
 ta was damn near shaking. This woman's
 gaze felt like the fires of the sun. Finally, the shots are
 pulled, the cup is filled, and the hand off takes place.
 Our visiting Incomprehensible takes it to our milk bar
 and adds a dollop of cream. Satisfied, she proceeds to
 down what must have been half the damn cup.
 Then she smiled at us, like a benediction and I was
 honestly filled with joy. And horror. She left, and we
 knew nothing more of her after that.
 When I talk with other former employees, we quickly
 begin talking about "The Company" as if we'd never
 I, perhaps knowing that part of our soul still powers
 that awesome and terrible corporate machine. And
 when I share this stroy, other Baristas at first act
 shocked but quickly settle and comes the chorus,
 "Yeah, I had one like that."
 Okay, Starbucks lore is my new favorite genre
 of literature. Please collect all these and
 more into a book.
 ..I thought Venti Espresso Cryptid was a fever dream
 my manager had. Good lord.
When an elder one visits Starbucks.

When an elder one visits Starbucks.

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Bad, Energy, and Fae: m4ge walk into starbucks and order a pumpkin spice latte with 13 shots of espresso. i tell the barista that i intend to transcend humanity and become a god. i ask for no whip cream avantgaye you say this jokingly but i had a customer actually order a pumpkin spice latte with 9 shots of espresso (also no whip) and when i asked her to verify that she did indeed want 9 shots of espresso she looked me dead in the eyes and saidi have 5 kids witchcraft-with-space-bean I once had a woman come in and ordered an Americano with 19 shots of espresso. The drink took ages. It held up the line. I asked her why, and she shrugged and said "I just don't care". We still talk about that woman. We never saw her again. anais-ninja-blog new cryptid: exhausted woman at starbucks katjohnadams Actual conversation Ihad at register: Hi, welcome to [StarbucksI What can I get you, today? How much is it to fill a Venti with Espresso? -I'm sorry? A venti cup. How much to fill it with Espresso? Oh. uh. Well, it'd be I supposeI only have a button for a Quad. I don't have special pricing for twenty ounces of espresso in a single... drink. Price is the furthest thing from my mind right now. How many 'add shots' is that?" deep breath of fear* "td be a quad with, "clears throat "uh, sixteen additional shots of espresso. But, ma'am, I should tell you that the shots will start to get really bitter if they have to sit and wait for us to pull twenty of them- Taste means nothing to me. At this point I am truly fearing for my very existence in the presence of what must clearly be an eldritch being Oh. Well, okay." put on my absolute best customer service smile to hide my terror and accept that I must face this dragon, fae, or demon with dignity. "We can certainly get that for you! The price will be She begins to pay, I shit thee not, with golden dollar coins. We are a block from Wall Street, and this eldritch demi-being is paying for an unholy elixer with golden coins. My life will end soon, I am sure of it Do you still have the Add Energy' packets?" My heart began to race at this request. "Yes ma am. How many can I add?" Futile though it is, at least I know the rote response to this. "For health reasons, we won't add more than one per drink and we cannot sell the packets individualy One then." I alter the order and tell her the new price. She pays, dumps the change and five golden dollars into the tip box. I write the order on the venti cup and pass it silently to the girl working the hot beverage station. Normally we called and pass, but this was..not something to be spoken aloud My fellow takes the cup, not thinking anything of the minor break with protocol, until she sees the order. She stares at me. "No." The woman, which I call her for no other greater insight into her territying being is within my grasp, simply stands on the other side and says, calmly but with a commanding tone lexpect of Admirals in bad movies, "Yes My fellow barista pales before her task. But we are dutiful, we are true to our task, great though it may be. She sets about clearing the two brand nevw Matrena's of all distraction, and sets two tall cups in the ready position. The energy packet is emptied into the venti cup, and the shots begin pouring The barista was damn near shaking. This woman's gaze felt like the tires of the sun. Finally, the shots are pulled, the cup is filled, and the hand off takes place Our visiting Incomprehensible takes it to our milk bar and adds a dollop of cream. Satisfied, she proceeds to down what must have been half the damn cup Then she smiled at us, like a benediction and I was honestly filled with joy. And horror. She left, and we knew nothing more of her after that. When I talk with other former employees, we quickly begin talking about The Company" as if we'd never I, perhaps knowing that part of our soul still powers that awesome and terrible corporate machine. And when I share this stroy, other Baristas at first act shocked but quickly settle and comes the chorus, "Yeah, I had one like that." smartassjen Okay, Starbucks lore is my new favorite genre of literature. Please collect all these and more into a book A modern day coffee shop cryptid
Bad, Energy, and Fae: m4ge
 walk into starbucks and order a pumpkin spice latte with 13 shots of espresso. i
 tell the barista that i intend to transcend humanity and become a god. i ask for
 no whip cream
 avantgaye
 you say this jokingly but i had a customer actually order a pumpkin spice latte
 with 9 shots of espresso (also no whip) and when i asked her to verify that she
 did indeed want 9 shots of espresso she looked me dead in the eyes and saidi
 have 5 kids
 witchcraft-with-space-bean
 I once had a woman come in and ordered an Americano with 19 shots of
 espresso. The drink took ages. It held up the line. I asked her why, and she
 shrugged and said "I just don't care". We still talk about that woman. We never
 saw her again.
 anais-ninja-blog
 new cryptid: exhausted woman at starbucks
 katjohnadams
 Actual conversation Ihad at register:
 Hi, welcome to [StarbucksI What can I get you, today?
 How much is it to fill a Venti with Espresso?
 -I'm sorry?
 A venti cup. How much to fill it with Espresso?
 Oh. uh. Well, it'd be I supposeI only have a button for a Quad. I don't have
 special pricing for twenty ounces of espresso in a single... drink.
 Price is the furthest thing from my mind right now. How many 'add shots' is
 that?"
 deep breath of fear* "td be a quad with, "clears throat "uh, sixteen additional
 shots of espresso. But, ma'am, I should tell you that the shots will start to get
 really bitter if they have to sit and wait for us to pull twenty of them-
 Taste means nothing to me.
 At this point I am truly fearing for my very existence in the presence of what
 must clearly be an eldritch being
 Oh. Well, okay." put on my absolute best customer service smile to hide my
 terror and accept that I must face this dragon, fae, or demon with dignity. "We
 can certainly get that for you! The price will be
 She begins to pay, I shit thee not, with golden dollar coins. We are a block from
 Wall Street, and this eldritch demi-being is paying for an unholy elixer with
 golden coins. My life will end soon, I am sure of it
 Do you still have the Add Energy' packets?"
 My heart began to race at this request. "Yes ma am.
 How many can I add?"
 Futile though it is, at least I know the rote response to this. "For health reasons,
 we won't add more than one per drink and we cannot sell the packets
 individualy
 One then."
 I alter the order and tell her the new price. She pays, dumps the change and five
 golden dollars into the tip box. I write the order on the venti cup and pass it
 silently to the girl working the hot beverage station. Normally we called and
 pass, but this was..not something to be spoken aloud
 My fellow takes the cup, not thinking anything of the minor break with protocol,
 until she sees the order. She stares at me. "No."
 The woman, which I call her for no other greater insight into her territying being
 is within my grasp, simply stands on the other side and says, calmly but with a
 commanding tone lexpect of Admirals in bad movies, "Yes
 My fellow barista pales before her task. But we are dutiful, we are true to our
 task, great though it may be. She sets about clearing the two brand nevw
 Matrena's of all distraction, and sets two tall cups in the ready position. The
 energy packet is emptied into the venti cup, and the shots begin pouring
 The barista was damn near shaking. This woman's gaze felt like the tires of the
 sun. Finally, the shots are pulled, the cup is filled, and the hand off takes place
 Our visiting Incomprehensible takes it to our milk bar and adds a dollop of
 cream. Satisfied, she proceeds to down what must have been half the damn
 cup
 Then she smiled at us, like a benediction and I was honestly filled with joy. And
 horror. She left, and we knew nothing more of her after that.
 When I talk with other former employees, we quickly begin talking about The
 Company" as if we'd never I, perhaps knowing that part of our soul still powers
 that awesome and terrible corporate machine. And when I share this stroy, other
 Baristas at first act shocked but quickly settle and comes the chorus,
 "Yeah, I had one like that."
 smartassjen
 Okay, Starbucks lore is my new favorite genre of literature. Please collect all
 these and more into a book
A modern day coffee shop cryptid

A modern day coffee shop cryptid

Ass, BlackBerry, and Community: just-shower-thoughts Building a treehouse is the biggest insult to a tree. "I killed your friend, here hold him Friend Its more of I killed a potential enemy. Hold his dismembered corpse in victory. theun--sj Plants don't wage war Ever heard of blackberries? Yes, plants do wage war kasaron Mint and strawberries, too. They need to be quarantined or they will kill basically everything else. systlin I planted mint in the ground 2 years ago. It's currently fighting a bitter battle to the death against the raspberries attempting to invade from the east while trying to annex the patio. Could go either way at this point TBH. Unless, of course, take a shovel and the blowtorch out there and battle both back to within their original boundaries. And anyone wondering if a blowtorch is overkill for weeding back mint has never actually planted mint. This post did not go where I expected it to. Our garden plot at my childhood home slowly got overrun by wild blackberries after we stopped managing it while my sister and were in nursing school. And by overrun I mean it was like a 4 foot tall thicket of wild black- berries. It hadn't been touched by humans in at least 4 years. I started the ultimately futile task of trying to clear this plot with a machete and discovered to my amazement a patch of mint several feet across underneath the canopy of blackberry, still fighting the good fight all those years later Ultimately it took two jars of homemade napalm and some creative fire placement to clear that patch but I damn sure saved that patch of mint. It earned the right to be there. Yall mother fuckers don't even talk unless you've had to wage war on kudzu (it's an ivy strain directly from Hell) that shit doesn't just wage war with other plants, it wages war with all living things on planet earth. It's some gnarly ass Blood for the Blood God, Chlorophyll for the Chlorophyll Throne demon weed Can second the comments of Kudzu. I forget where I read it but theres this one tree that creates an extremely flammable substance that's in both the bark and leaves Dead trees become torches and crushed up leaves become dust-incendiary, all while the plant's seeds are Giant Redwood levels of resilient to open flame. IE it has a goddamn scorched earth policy. It's even more badass than plants that use toxins to starve other ants. I'd like to third the comments on Kudzu. These are the battlefields: See those weird pillars? Those were trees. See that strange lump in the middle? That was a Everything green you see in this photo is kudzu. Near my parents' house in Oregon theres an old WWII army training camp that's long been abandoned, and it's full of concrete remnants of buildings that are completely overrun with blackberries. It's a really great spot to go berry picking, and it has an eerie, post-apocalyptic feel That's not even considering allelopathic interactions between plants-look up the black walnut tree (its toxin, juglone, is the most famous example) basically, it wages chemical warfare on nearby plants through the root system (though the nutshells also contain juglone too). Juglone discourages germination rates and even inhibits root growth of already existing plants! Allelopathy in general is a new field-theres Discourse because each particular toxins only works on specific plants, which vary therefore it's really fucking hard to regulate & compile enough data to test out the effects of such chemicals compared to other factors pests, soil depletion, etc), but theres a little community still because Targeted Pesticides" would be really rad yo 115,692 n.. 画、 Call of Duty: Bonatinic Warfare
Ass, BlackBerry, and Community: just-shower-thoughts
 Building a treehouse is the biggest insult to a
 tree. "I killed your friend, here hold him
 Friend
 Its more of I killed a potential enemy. Hold his
 dismembered corpse in victory.
 theun--sj
 Plants don't wage war
 Ever heard of blackberries?
 Yes, plants do wage war
 kasaron
 Mint and strawberries, too. They need to
 be quarantined or they will kill basically
 everything else.
 systlin
 I planted mint in the ground 2 years ago.
 It's currently fighting a bitter battle to the
 death against the raspberries attempting to
 invade from the east while trying to annex the
 patio.
 Could go either way at this point TBH. Unless,
 of course, take a shovel and the blowtorch
 out there and battle both back to within their
 original boundaries.
 And anyone wondering if a blowtorch is
 overkill for weeding back mint has never
 actually planted mint.
 This post did not go where I expected it to.
 Our garden plot at my childhood home slowly
 got overrun by wild blackberries after we
 stopped managing it while my sister and
 were in nursing school. And by overrun I mean
 it was like a 4 foot tall thicket of wild black-
 berries. It hadn't been touched by humans in
 at least 4 years. I started the ultimately futile
 task of trying to clear this plot with a machete
 and discovered to my amazement a patch
 of mint several feet across underneath the
 canopy of blackberry, still fighting the good
 fight all those years later
 Ultimately it took two jars of homemade
 napalm and some creative fire placement to
 clear that patch but I damn sure saved that
 patch of mint. It earned the right to be there.
 Yall mother fuckers don't even talk unless
 you've had to wage war on kudzu (it's an ivy
 strain directly from Hell) that shit doesn't
 just wage war with other plants, it wages
 war with all living things on planet earth. It's
 some gnarly ass Blood for the Blood God,
 Chlorophyll for the Chlorophyll Throne demon
 weed
 Can second the comments of Kudzu.
 I forget where I read it but theres this one
 tree that creates an extremely flammable
 substance that's in both the bark and leaves
 Dead trees become torches and crushed up
 leaves become dust-incendiary, all while the
 plant's seeds are Giant Redwood levels of
 resilient to open flame. IE it has a goddamn
 scorched earth policy. It's even more badass
 than plants that use toxins to starve other
 ants.
 I'd like to third the comments on Kudzu. These
 are the battlefields:
 See those weird pillars? Those were trees. See
 that strange lump in the middle? That was a
 Everything green you see in this photo
 is kudzu.
 Near my parents' house in Oregon theres an
 old WWII army training camp that's long been
 abandoned, and it's full of concrete remnants
 of buildings that are completely overrun with
 blackberries. It's a really great spot to go berry
 picking, and it has an eerie, post-apocalyptic
 feel
 That's not even considering allelopathic
 interactions between plants-look up the
 black walnut tree (its toxin, juglone, is the
 most famous example) basically, it wages
 chemical warfare on nearby plants through
 the root system (though the nutshells also
 contain juglone too). Juglone discourages
 germination rates and even inhibits root
 growth of already existing plants!
 Allelopathy in general is a new field-theres
 Discourse because each particular toxins
 only works on specific plants, which vary
 therefore it's really fucking hard to regulate &
 compile enough data to test out the effects
 of such chemicals compared to other factors
 pests, soil depletion, etc), but theres a little
 community still because Targeted Pesticides"
 would be really rad yo
 115,692 n..
 画、
Call of Duty: Bonatinic Warfare

Call of Duty: Bonatinic Warfare

Bad, Energy, and Fae: pancakeswithketchupmoonsan... Follow m4ge i walk into starbucks and order a pumpkin spice latte with 13 shots of espresso itell the barista that i intend to transcend humanity and become a god. i ask for no whip cream avantgaye you say this jokingly but i had a customer actually order a pumpkin spice latte with 9 shots of espresso (also no whip) and when i asked her to verify that she did indeed want 9 shots of espresso she looked me dead in the eyes and said i have 5 kids witchcraft-with-space-bean I once had a woman come in and ordered an Americano with 19 shots of espresso. The drink took ages. It held up the line. I asked her why, and she shrugged and said " just don't care". We still talk about that woman. We never saw her again anais-ninja-blog new cryptid: exhausted woman at starbucks katjohnadams Actual conversation I had at register: "Hi, welcome to [Starbucks! What can I get you, today? How much is it to fill a Venti with Espresso?" 1-I'm sorry? A venti cup. How much to fill it with Espresso? Oh. uh. Well, it'd be I suppose... I only have a button for a Quad. I don't have special pricing for twenty ounces of espresso in a single... drink." "Price is the furthest thing from my mind right now. How many 'add shots' is that? deep breath of fear* "t'd be a quad with," "clears throat uh, sixteen additional shots of espresso. But, ma'am, I should tell you that the shots will start to get really bitter if they have to sit and wait for us to pull twenty of them- Taste means nothing to me. At this point I am truly fearing for my very existence in the presence of what must clearly be an eldritch being Oh. Well, okay." put on my absolute best customer service smile to hide my terror and accept that I must face this dragon, fae, or demon with dignity. "We can certainly get that for you! The price will be She begins to pay, I shit thee not, with golden dollar coins. We are a block from Wall Street, and this eldritch demi-being is paying for an unholy elixer with golden coins. My life will end soon,I am sure of i. Do you still have the Add Energy' packets? My heart began to race at this request. Yes maam. How many can I add? Futile though it is, at least I know the rote response to this. "For health reasons, we won't add more than one per drink and we cannot sell the packets individually "One then. I alter the order and tell her the new price. She pays, dumps the change and five golden dollars into the tip box. I write the order on the venti cup and pass it silently to the girl working the hot beverage station. Normally we called and pass, but this was not something to be spoken aloud. My fellow takes the cup, not thinking anything of the minor break with protocol, until she sees the order She stares at me. "No." The woman, which I call her for no other greater insight into her terrifying being s within my grasp, simply stands on the other side and says, calmly but with a of Admirals in bad movies, "Yes. My fellow barista pales before her task. But we are dutful, we are true to our task, great though it may be. She sets about clearing the two brand new Matrena's of all distraction, and sets two tall cups in the ready position. The energy packet is emptied into the venti cup, and the shots begin pouring The barista was damn near shaking. This woman's gaze felt like the fires of the sun. Finally, the shots are pulled, the cup is filled, and the hand off takes place Our visiting Incomprehensible takes it to our milk bar and adds a dollop of cream. Satisfied, she proceeds to down what must have been half the damn cup Then she smiled at us, like a benediction and I was honestly filled with joy And horror. She left, and we knew nothing more of her after that When I talk with other former employees, we quickly begin talking about The Company" as if we'd never I, perhaps knowing that part of our soul still powers that awesome and terrible corporate machine. And when I share this stroy other Baristas at first act shocked but quickly settle and comes the chorus, "Yeah, Ihad one like that." smartassjen Okay, Starbucks lore is my new favorite genre of literature. Please collect all these and more into a book jennyboom21 So 5 shots isn't normal??? Source: m4ge 284,670 notes Starbucks Lore
Bad, Energy, and Fae: pancakeswithketchupmoonsan... Follow
 m4ge
 i walk into starbucks and order a pumpkin spice latte with 13 shots of espresso
 itell the barista that i intend to transcend humanity and become a god. i ask for
 no whip cream
 avantgaye
 you say this jokingly but i had a customer actually order a pumpkin spice latte
 with 9 shots of espresso (also no whip) and when i asked her to verify that she
 did indeed want 9 shots of espresso she looked me dead in the eyes and said
 i have 5 kids
 witchcraft-with-space-bean
 I once had a woman come in and ordered an Americano with 19 shots of
 espresso. The drink took ages. It held up the line. I asked her why, and she
 shrugged and said " just don't care". We still talk about that woman. We never
 saw her again
 anais-ninja-blog
 new cryptid: exhausted woman at starbucks
 katjohnadams
 Actual conversation I had at register:
 "Hi, welcome to [Starbucks! What can I get you, today?
 How much is it to fill a Venti with Espresso?"
 1-I'm sorry?
 A venti cup. How much to fill it with Espresso?
 Oh. uh. Well, it'd be I suppose... I only have a button for a Quad. I don't have
 special pricing for twenty ounces of espresso in a single... drink."
 "Price is the furthest thing from my mind right now. How many 'add shots' is
 that?
 deep breath of fear* "t'd be a quad with," "clears throat uh, sixteen additional
 shots of espresso. But, ma'am, I should tell you that the shots will start to get
 really bitter if they have to sit and wait for us to pull twenty of them-
 Taste means nothing to me.
 At this point I am truly fearing for my very existence in the presence of what
 must clearly be an eldritch being
 Oh. Well, okay." put on my absolute best customer service smile to hide my
 terror and accept that I must face this dragon, fae, or demon with dignity. "We
 can certainly get that for you! The price will be
 She begins to pay, I shit thee not, with golden dollar coins. We are a block from
 Wall Street, and this eldritch demi-being is paying for an unholy elixer with
 golden coins. My life will end soon,I am sure of i.
 Do you still have the Add Energy' packets?
 My heart began to race at this request. Yes maam.
 How many can I add?
 Futile though it is, at least I know the rote response to this. "For health
 reasons, we won't add more than one per drink and we cannot sell the packets
 individually
 "One then.
 I alter the order and tell her the new price. She pays, dumps the change and
 five golden dollars into the tip box. I write the order on the venti cup and pass it
 silently to the girl working the hot beverage station. Normally we called and
 pass, but this was not something to be spoken aloud.
 My fellow takes the cup, not thinking anything of the minor break with protocol,
 until she sees the order She stares at me. "No."
 The woman, which I call her for no other greater insight into her terrifying being
 s within my grasp, simply stands on the other side and says, calmly but with a
 of Admirals in bad movies, "Yes.
 My fellow barista pales before her task. But we are dutful, we are true to our
 task, great though it may be. She sets about clearing the two brand new
 Matrena's of all distraction, and sets two tall cups in the ready position. The
 energy packet is emptied into the venti cup, and the shots begin pouring
 The barista was damn near shaking. This woman's gaze felt like the fires of the
 sun. Finally, the shots are pulled, the cup is filled, and the hand off takes place
 Our visiting Incomprehensible takes it to our milk bar and adds a dollop of
 cream. Satisfied, she proceeds to down what must have been half the damn
 cup
 Then she smiled at us, like a benediction and I was honestly filled with joy And
 horror. She left, and we knew nothing more of her after that
 When I talk with other former employees, we quickly begin talking about The
 Company" as if we'd never I, perhaps knowing that part of our soul still powers
 that awesome and terrible corporate machine. And when I share this stroy
 other Baristas at first act shocked but quickly settle and comes the chorus,
 "Yeah, Ihad one like that."
 smartassjen
 Okay, Starbucks lore is my new favorite genre of literature. Please collect all
 these and more into a book
 jennyboom21
 So 5 shots isn't normal???
 Source: m4ge
 284,670 notes
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