I don't usually confess my wrongdoings, or my "sins" or whatever. But this story I don't ever want to forget hence why I'm writing it down.
Hi, I'm Abby. I'm a 25-year-old marketing engineer and on October 16th I committed a very surreal act on another human. Now relax, I didn't murder or hurt anyone… maybe torture but not the kind you may think. It all started at my favorite place to do work. Starbucks. I head there almost twice a week to get away from my annoying roommate and her small yapping dog. It's the perfect place for me to get work done, listen to some music, and get some great snacks. My favorite is a nice tall Caramel macchiato, a few cake pops, and one of their delicious breakfast sandwiches. Specifically, I love the one with sausage, egg, and cheese and I always throw a little hot sauce on it. DELISH! You really should try it.
The only thing that can mess up my experience at SB is an ill-prepared sandwich; it being cold, and the bad attitude of employees. Bad employees are the worst! Talking on their phones all day, texting in their one-of-two-bath stalls, and just overall having a bad fucking attitude, if I were a manager I wouldn't let that shit fly. But sadly I'm just a customer so the most I can do is sass back or complain. And look, I'm not usually a Karen but these are the same young ladies that expect me to tip! Absolutely NOT! Enough of the back story let's jump into the meat and bones.
This day specifically I was working late, seeing tons of people come and go as I sat in my comfy corner doing my work. I was trying to hurry up and finish so I could run home. After drinking two Tall Machhiatos and that breakfast sandwich, my belly was really beginning to rumble. The store closed in about an hour but on weekdays the store tends to empty about 1 hour and 30 minutes before closing, which was the case today.
My work day had been pretty smooth, the temperature wasn't too cold if anything it was too hot. Wearing just my black Lululemon leggings and a crop tank still left me sweating. My leggings were slightly damp around my crotch and butt crack, luckily wearing all-black hides sweat stains pretty well so I really had nothing to worry about. My snacks were delicious even though my belly might not agree as it rumbled loudly for the last hour of work. The only thing that pissed me off was this little employee bitch. She must be stupid or something, the lemonade was never full. She was always on her phone and lacked manners. I knew I needed to get out of there soon before I popped off on this little hoe. As I got up my belly dropped, telling me to go to the bathroom right away. I figured it was just gas as I had been holding it on the whole time.
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