A message to the woman in front of me in line at Chik-fil-a this morning [Yes, sometimes I go to Chik-fil-a for breakfast - egg and cheese biscuit and large coffee $2.82; woman with attitude - priceless]:
I know that you were bothered by the fact that the overworked little fast food employee (who is as sweet as can be) charged you for a large lemonade rather than a medium. And, when you complained she had to get the manager to refund the difference. And it was taking an extra minute or two out of your day.
But, really, don't you think the head bobbin', hands-on-the-hips, finger-drummin', teeth-suckin' attitude was a bit much? Come on. It was $0.27. Let me repeat that. Twenty-seven. Cents.
All that drama and you can't even buy a stamp.
OK. Maybe you can carry on that act a hundred times and with your savings buy a new outfit at Marshalls, because what you were wearing? [I hate to break it to you, but] Not all that.