My hatred for AteShane aside (I won't talk about it for now), yesterday, we met with churchmates/family friends (cos duh, we went to church) and after church, we went to a thai restaurant for dinner and then to a boba shop for dessert. There were a shitload of fashionable teens and their bOyfriEnDs (I'm bitter and will stay bitter) while I'm just there wearing a long dress and a shawl lookin like a fuckin grandma. But it's aight cos that was my goal: to look like a sik granmama. I wore some sik heels, so fuckin cool.
Anyway, I ordered Ice-blended Oreo pearl Without Pearl plus creama (I don't know how to order and I was stuttering). And while I was at it, I thought, "Hey, I always drink boba and they get sorta watery once the ice melts" and then I told the VERY pretty cashier girl, "Can I have 50% less ice with that, please?" and then she looked at me, expression hidden under her black baseball cap and facemask but the confusion was very obvious. I looked back at her. I was like, what's not clicking? what's wrong? why is she looking at me like that?
she answered, very curt, "Your order is an ice-blended."
I'm dumb. It didn't settle in but as soon as she said that, I knew I said something wrong. I went "Oooooohhhh"37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwUeX77mGgs
I was still processing what I just said then it hit me. Ice-blended... is Oreo... Blended... with ice... so if I say 50% ice then... HOLY FUCK. My brain needed to work fast when she asked me another question
"then do you want regular sugar for that?"37Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgldf7bno7n
ad then I was like, "Uh no, can I have 100% please"
and then as I walking to my chair in self-disappointment and embarrassment, I realized that the regular sugar level was 100% and at that moment. I wished I was dead.
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