Another fabulous day!

I basically did nothing all day.

In the morning just stood in the front, pretended to do work. Gossipped like it was social event. Then went on my break.

I was stuck in the First booth over lunch.  Singing musicals, trying not to throw the interac pad at the customers who didn’t know how to use the cards. Or for not smiling.

While I was about to go on my break, I was waiting for my lunch when a ketchup packet was hurled at me.

Stunned, I looked around to see who could have thrown it.

There was Johnny grinning mischievously at me.

I scooped up the ketchup package and prepared to throw it back at him but he was at the grill, so I couldnt.

I waited until he returned to the grill table. “Johnny” I cooed. “Love love”

He turned to face me. Whack! I hit him with the ketchup package.

He laughed.

The girls began to tease me. “Oh Johnny and Becky are flirting. There is so much love in the air!”

I smiled. “So much love!”

“Too bad I will have to tell Ate!” Ems sighed. (Ate- elder sister or sister)

“Yes we will have to tell Ate!”

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head in shocked disbelief. “No!” I cried. “Dont you dare tell Ate! Does it look like I have a death wish! I do not have a death wish!”

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“Sad, baby will come after you!” Ange mused mournfully. “She will fight you!”

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It was a horrifying image that came to mind. Nope!

I grabbed my food and escaped while I could!

It was a great day.




Unfortunately it’s true!

it was beautiful weather for a week. The snow was melting. I woke up this morning to ankle deep snow! It’s still snowing!

all the roads weren’t ploughed but ironically the only road that was cleared? Was the road to McDonald’s! It was the most traveled!



Its been super exhaustive the last couple of days. (looking at that sentence one might read ‘Its been super ex-lative lol)

It has been super busy over spring break, so I had been coming home taking a shower, meditating for an hour than going to bed.

Yesterday was physically exhausting. I was so smrt. I wore an undershirt plus my uniform. I was dying! Usually, I am fine because I am in drive thru. Not yesterday. I was the third runner. That meant I had to make coffee, run, stock up, etc.

During the afternoon I had a couple of meltdowns. Luckily the manager wasn’t around for that.

Table service! Oh my god! I hate table service! I do not have patience for that shit. I really admire waitresses who have to memorise their seating plan, their tables, everything. I wouldnt be able to hack it!

My first meltdown happened when the cashier handed out the drinks for table service. A no no. The whole point of table service is for the customer to sit and relax. Not get up for anything. We will do everything for them.

I walk out there with the meal, and there is the customer drinking his pop. I had his pop.  WTF!

My eye twitched. I marched into the kitchen.

“Do not give out the drinks for table service!”

The cashier starts to back talk me.

“but they ask for them.”

“Table service does not get their drinks. They have their drinks with their meal.” I snapped. “Dont do it again.”

My second meltdown happened when a woman and her friend decided at the last minute they wanted table service. The cashier refused to give them different trackers. After I explained 4x why they needed separate trackers. I marched out to where they were seated with their food. Politely I explained if they would like table service just to ask for it before they order. The customer stared up at me. “Where are my drinks.”

“She asked you what you wanted. You said fountain drink. You didnt specify what kind.” I placed the empty cups in front of her. “There you are. Have you a nice day”

“You mean I have to get it myself?” she was aghast.

“Yes. That’s why she asked! So you wouldn’t have to! Have a nice day!” I marched off.

Today, however, was much better. I was enjoying myself immensely. Especially in the drive thru. I got to be First lane order taker.

Second Lane order taker was getting annoyed because every time I would ask my customers for their orders, her customers would start giving her their order.

“I didn’t ask for your order.” would always follow their “are you kidding I just gave you my order”

“I cant take this anymore!” she would cry. “they keep thinking you are asking for their order!”

I howled with laughter. “Welcome to my pain.”

Soon karma was kicking my ass.

“I would like a peppermint latte” a guy ordered.

“I am sorry we don’t have those,” I replied. “We have caramel chocolate, vanilla, ”

“So what kind of peppermint shots do you have.” he interrupted me. Excuse me?

“none” I replied coldly, “Which was why I was telling you what kind of shots we had.”

“oh, so you don’t have peppermint. What kind of shots do you have?”

are you kidding me? “Before you interrupted me I was telling you we have caramel chocolate, vanilla, sugar-free vanilla, and caramel”

“oh so what is the difference between vanilla and sugar-free vanilla”

I wanted to run headfirst into the wall to end it all. “sugar” I answered slowly. “free.Sugar. Free”

If it wasnt one  jackass it was another.

A woman was in the middle of an order when she stops and hellos me. “Excuse me did you just hello me?” I asked coldly.


“Dont hello me when I am taking your order. Your order is on the screen.” I snapped.


After one guy’s painful decision making on chicken or beef he decided to tell me he had a coupon. What kind of coupon. “I will show you at the window.” he snaps.

“No you will tell me now. Because I have different buttons and a different menu to go into.” I snapped. “Just for next time if you could tell me before ordering you have a coupon!”

it was really fun day other than that. We snuck some chocolate on the floor. Steve didnt mind. However one of the girls found my large glass of water. I broke one of the ‘no beverages on the floor rule’ “Becky! Is that yours!”


“Steve!” she called.

“no!” I cried. “Its mine!”

I was loosening up the sleeve of hot cups by slamming them on the table, when they opened up and half of them flew through the air and hit Steve in the head.

The girls froze as he turned around to stare at me. “Tackleberry!”

“Sorry Hightower!” I giggled.




“Becky look its Johnny!” the kitchen crew teased. “Dont you want to say hello?”

Sure. I began to serenade him.

“oh Johnny how do you call your Lover Girl?”

“Come here lover girl”

“and if she doesnt answer?”

“baby ooh my sweet baby you are the one”

he was turning so red

“and then he did this to me!” I made the sign of a heart, broke it threw it to the floor and then stamped on it with my foot.

The kitchen began to laugh. “you still love him.”

“Of course I do. He is my Johnny!”

Devy sighed. “Oh you know I will have to call Johnny’s wife!”

I whirled around to face her. “No!” I cried. “She will kill me!”


I had one of my weird sex dreams this morning!

I was at a social event. (ugh I hate them) it was an auction. Bid on somebody. Then go on a date. A charity event.

The bidding was going well. The women were making a lot of money, men were bidding their money on them. I found the whole event distasteful. A woman or man wasn’t chattel to be bought for amusement. Maybe it was my feminist views.

“Oh get over it! its for charity!” a friend rebuked me. “You are not up there! Aren’t you thankful!”

“Oh yeah. So thankful!” I take another sip of my drink.

“If you dislike it so much, maybe you should put a bid in” the friend teased.

I choked on my drink. “Why would I want to do that?”

“To rescue them?” she laughed.

I scowled. “Dont be ridiculous.” I dismissed her suggestion as easily she made it.

Soon there was only one woman left. She was beautiful. Her red hair was cut in a reverse bob, that framed her dainty features. Tiny freckles sprinkled her nose and cheeks. She wore an emerald green sheath dress.

“You should bid,” my friend persisted. “The man that started the bid at 200, is a horrible man. There are rumours he treats his women like animals.”

My eyes shifted from the woman on the stage to the man standing a few feet away. He was quite obese, his features slovenly kept. His eyes were beady, the unholy light within left me feeling chilled. I grimaced. Good lord, how was he allowed in Polite Company!

“And you want me to be her savior?” I snorted.

“You cant keep your eyes off her.” my friend insisted.

“What do you suggest I do, if I win this bid?” I shot back.

“It is up to the winner to provide whatever kind of entertainment” my friend answered, “I bet you are thinking about it right now!”

The entertainment I wanted was having the woman screaming my name as I made her cum. I scowled.

as the bid got higher, other men started to get cold feet and began to back out leaving few opposition to the Pig Man. “What is their problem?” I asked. “Dont they have any back bones?”

my friend laughed. “maybe they arent that generous”

“Alright.” I put my drink down. I raised my hand.

All eyes went to me. The man scowled. “You cant bid, its men only.”

“I dont see any rules about gender,” I answered coolly. “Shut your mouth before you make yourself appear more like a jackass.”

On stage, the woman smiled at me gratefully.

Pig Man glanced at me then the woman, “You cant be serious taking this bid!” he shouted at the auctioneer.

“She is right, there are no rules on who bid. It is for Charity, George.” the auctioneer replied coolly.

“This is outrageous! You are letting some stupid bitch outbid me!” George whirled around to face the crowd. “Surely someone, some gentleman will put a bid in!”

He was met with stony glares and scandalized whispers.

“Do you wish to continue, George?” I asked, “do so now. You are wasting my time and everybody else’s with your temper tantrum.”

“How dare you!” George snarled. “No woman will tell me what to do!”

“I just did.” I snapped. “He will forfeit his bid.” I motioned to security. “Please escort George out.”

George stammered a protest as three men surrounded him, and hastened his exit.

“I see you have outdone yourself again,” the auctioneer sighed. I laughed as I apologised for the scene.

“Thank you!” arms suddenly wrapped around me.

Startled I found myself staring down into blue eyes. “You are welcome,”

“I thought I would have to go with that jerk!” the woman released me blushing. “You saved me.”

“Again, not a problem” I hesitated waiting for her to give me her name.


I blinked at the unusualness of her name. “Star.” I echoed, “nice to meet you.”

“Will it be to forward if I ask you to take me home. I don’t know if George will be waiting outside.”

I smiled. “Oh sure. Don’t worry there is security.”

We retrieved our clutches and coats from the coatroom and flagged a town car.

Once we were on the way to her apartment, she twisted in her seat to face me. Her hand touched mine. Startled I glanced down then back up at her.

Star smiled shyly, and peeked up at me from her long thick eyelashes. “I am kind of glad you rescued me.”

“I am not your saviour.” I smiled.

“You were kind of brave going up against that pig George!” she protested. “I was positively shivering with fright when I saw his hand go up! I heard he beats his lovers!”

I shrugged. “It was callous of the men not to bid against him.”

“Perhaps,” Star bit her lower lip. “I have also heard other things.”

‘About George? Dont worry about him” I soothed her.

“No, about you.” Star moved closer.

“Me?” I was astonished. “What have you heard?”

“Well, its quite” she broke off. Her cheeks turned pink. “embarrassing.”

“What is it?”

“Do you know Livy and Lena Hart” she asked softly.

The names sounded familiar. The mother and daughter had been a previous conquest.  A memory of a voluptuous older dark hair woman with generous breasts and a younger version of herself,  spread underneath me while I enjoyed their bodies.Both were lost in ecstasy. the duo locked in 69. Livy’s tongue licking furiously at her daughter’s clit, while Lena and I sucked hard on her mother’s clit.  My pussy hummed with the memory of their orgasmic screams.

I stared unblinkingly at Star “Yes. Do you know of them?” I asked neutrally.

“Yes,” Star whispered. “I was there that night.”

“Oh.” I did not know what to make of that.

“I was unsure of what I wanted. I know now.” Star took my hand and placed it on her thigh. I froze.

“Star, what are you doing?” I asked coolly, “Your gratitude is enough. This is inappropriate.”

Star shook her head. “Forget about the auction.” she slid my hand higher. “I have been thinking about that night. The way you made love to my sister my mother.”

I frowned. “I didn’t make love to them. I fucked them. There was no love involved.”

Star’s brows furrowed. “You didn’t care for them at all?”

“No. They are beautiful. I just wanted them to make them feel good. Its how I get off.” I explained coolly. I tried to extract my hand from between her thighs. She wouldn’t let go.

“But the way you made them scream? You made them cum so many times. You made sure they had so many orgasms. Is that not caring?”

“No.” I sighed. “I get off on their orgasm. Hearing them scream. Feeling their pussies get wet.” I was getting wet remembering Livy’s and Lena’s bodies responding to my touch to my tongue. “That has nothing to do with emotion.”

My fingers brushed Star’s pussy. I could feel the heat of her arousal through her panties. “It was so hot,” Star whispered. “Every night I masturbated to the thought of you making me cum like that.”

My eyes narrowed on her face. “Did you.”

“Yes.” her breathing was becoming husky. “would you fuck me like that? Make me cum like that?”

“Maybe.” I was pressing my knuckles against her slit. She sighed, as I pressed harder.

“Would it help if I took off my panties?” she whimpered after a moment. I was stroking her slit, her panties were soaking wet.

When I didnt say anything, she wiggled out of them and tossed them aside.

her pussy was neatly trimmed. I took my time, stroking her slit. Hearing her little sighs and moans.

I was well aware that we were getting closer to her place, but I was in no hurry. I sank a finger deep inside her. Star’s muscles clenched down hard. She was so wet and tight. I slapped her thighs further apart, I wanted to see her pussy. Fuck, she was dripping all over my finger, as I slid another deep.

“What a good girl,” I crooned, “Your gonna take more than two?”

Star nodded, the strands of her hair were damp, clinging to her face as I opened her up.

“Oh please,” she begged. “oh fuck! oh fuck me”

Three fingers deep, I was pumping them deep. Hard. Her body was quivering. with my other hand, I reached down to rub her clit. Her body arched. “Yes! yes! harder! Oh my god I am cumming!”

Her screams echoed in the town car. I caught a glance at the driver who was watching in the review mirror, his face flushed. I winked at him. Then turned back to Star.

Her pussy juice pooled on the leather seats underneath her, as another orgasm tore through her.

It took me a moment to realize the car slowed. Glancing out the window I realized we  were at Star’s family estate. Not her apartment. I frowned. What kind of game was she playing? Was she hoping to re-enact the night I had spent with her sister and mother? I did not need that kind of drama!

Slowly I withdrew my fingers.

Dazedly Star sat up. “What are you doing?” she croaked.

“You got your wish. I made you cum.”I smiled coolly. “Enjoy the rest of your night.” I opened the door.

“Are you serious?” Star exclaimed, “You finger fuck me and then tell me to get out.”

Young’uns so full of drama. “Yes. This is your house. You asked me to see you home.”

Star flushed angrily. “I was hoping you would come inside. You would finish what we started.” she murmured.

“I am sorry you got the wrong idea,” I replied gently, “but if its any kind of romance, or affair you are looking for I am not that kind of person. You wanted to cum. I made you cum. Now you are home. Have a good night.”

Star glared at me. “You are a cold bitch!” snatching her panties she stumbled out of the town car. She appeared so forlorn in the drive, Her clutch and coat tight against her chest as the car drove off.

  • I woke up at that moment. Making her cum. I was so wet,hot and bothered. But I had no time to get myself off. I had to get ready for work!!!!


It was another beautiful day. +4C!

The sun is out, snow is melting! Spring weather! I am so happy!

However, walking to work in this gorgeous weather was another story.

Ice everywhere!

I looked like a scared penguin walking in the middle of the road! I was surprised no one honked their horn at me while driving by. It was safer on the road, then on the sidewalk. The roads were better maintained, then the sidewalks. Didnt feel like breaking a leg which is why I walked on the road.

My day was alright, although I did want to throw a couple of cups.

“I come in the drive-thru 14 000 times and I still can’t read your menu!” a customer actually said that to me.

I wanted to say “Ma’am if you come so many times, you should be able to order without looking at the menu.”

What I said, “Ma’am the menu is labelled 1-10 right to left. Top to bottom. You have 1-4 down on the right side and the 5-10 on the left.”

“No, half the menu is missing! The menu isn’t even numbered. All I see is the salad menu!”

Oh my god, I could see the menu from the CVS screen. The salad menu was on the far right. The breakfast menu was right in front of her face! Above the speaker! Good grief!

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The most annoying thing a customer can say to an order taker? “Make sure”

Unless its an allergy request don’t tell us to “make sure” of anything. We make all orders with the same diligence, quality and we try to improve ourselves and the quality with every order we serve. There isnt any special preference for customers, everyone is treated the same, therefore everyone gets quality service. (unless of course you are rude, and the manager calls you on it!)

“Make sure my feta wrap is completely full” – it is full that is why it cant fit properly in the wrapper.

“make sure there is half sugar in my coffee” no.

“Make sure my coffee isnt bitter” I had to ask them to repeat that one four times because I thought I heard wrong. Bitter? How will it be bitter? with 3 cream 2milk and 3 sugar?!

“I want fresh jr. chicken” yeah sure I will get right on it. I will go slaughter the chicken. Pluck them. Fry them and they will be super fresh! Anything else. “MAKE SURE THEY ARE FRESH!”

fuck off before I kick you in your fresh chicken eating face!





Oh my word! That is so awkward! 😂💕

For some reason I have WHAM! Careless Whisper on my mind. “I’m never gonna dance again. The way I dance with you!”

i love Korean dramas 💕💕


One of my regular customers came in this afternoon. I never laughed so hard. It was a good thing he couldnt see me, I never blushed so hard in my life! My face was on fire!

He had ordered a large tea with sugar. Then an xtra large coffee black.

“I am sorry, I cant make that order. That takes too much effort.” I drawled.

He laughed. “Really? I know you cant handle an xtra large”

It took me a moment to realize what he was implying. I gasped “really, Victor!” I began to laugh.

“Really! Especially if its black” he teased.

I laughed harder. “Oh my god, Victor!”

It was a good thing no one else was paying attention to our conversation, wow!

Sexual innuendo much!




Ugh what a trying day. However, by mid-afternoon, my mood improved.

I was in drive thru taking orders, mocking the poor guy who had to come in and fix our espresso machines. Every month he has to drive up across the province and fix them. He just replaced the one. He was not impressed.

  • Ryan, have you bought stock in our company yet?
  • Ryan, I think there is a cot downstairs for you.
  • Ryan, how much do you love espresso right now?
  • Ryan, how much do you hate the grave yard shift right now?
  • Ryan, really Ryan why do you have to be in my way?

That one made him raise his head and stare at me in disbelief. “You are just standing there, leaning!”

“Yep time to lean time to clean” I chirped. I didnt move. I just grinned evilly. He was cleaning coffee grounds from a spout with a little brush.

“Really Rebecca!” he groaned.


Steve wanders over to see how Ryan is doing, and Steve sighed. “I guess we need a new one of those huh. You got one.”

“uh no, because I didnt bring one.” Ryan replied.

“Sad” I murmured.

Steve noticed Ryan’s wrench on Smoothie drink counter. “You know Ryan I wouldn’t blame you if you used this on her.” he picked up the wrench. “Look away Em.” he told the McCafe person. “I dont want any witnesses.”

My jaw dropped incredulously. “Give me that!” I grabbed the wrench from Steve. “Look away girls.”

“No witnesses” Em chimed in. The girls turned away.

Steve glared at them. “Oh come on!” he marched back to the presenting table.

“Sorry Ryan I might have to confiscate this and keep my team in line,” I told Ryan.

Later, it was just Sheryl and me in drive-thru. while Em did stock up. I handed a tea to Sheryl so she could give it to Heidi.

“You do it yourself! I am not your slave!” she huffed. I was so stunned by her response I turned to stare at her. She was struggling to keep a straight face.

“What did you just say to me?” I demanded. I was trying not to laugh because it was so bewildering to have someone so quiet and nice say anything so rude!

“uh huh 20 years vs 2 years!” Em chirped.

“Do it yourself!”

We stared at each other and I started to laugh. I was laughing so hard. “Oh my god! Sheryl how can you say that to me!”

“You are my role model!”

“Oh god, dont let Steve hear you say that!”

Everyone started to laugh.

it was a great day at work.

However, when I went to have dinner with my parents, that is when my mood soured.

My sister had signed K up for yoga.

“Yoga is bad!” my mom chimes in.

I almost spat out my food.

“How? Its exercise.” my sister argued.

“No not because of that.” my mom replied. “because of the other thing.”

I frowned. What other thing? “Meditation?”

“Yes. Mediation is the devil’s work”

I just about choked on my food. “How is it the Devil’s work, when it helps lowers stress, calms anxiety and is good for the spirit?”

“Because our pastor said so.”

“right. You need a new pastor. He doesnt know what he is talking about.”

“You are being brainwashed!” my sister snapped “and I dont appreciate you telling my daughter yoga is evil!”

“Prayer is meditation” I went on.

Well, my mother almost had a stroke. “It is not!”

“It is! You are in a peaceful moment, in a peaceful place speaking to God. Mediation allows you to hear God”

“It allows you to hear the Devil!”

And that is when I tuned her out. It amazes me how people have no thoughts for themselves,  no ideas and no willingness to understand.




“Why are you always so dramatic, Rebecca. It’s a battery. Just change it!” Steve

”maybe because someone has just one job to do, and they can’t do it! Good grief! All you had to do was tell the customer one moment!” I groaned to the presenter. (It’s sad when a manager who has been there longer than I have still does not know how to do any of the work required of her)

It was a great day! I was in a wonderful mood. Even though I think I was being tested on my patience, it was still a great day.

Especially whenever I can crush customers dreams!

A customer asked what kind of all day breakfast she may have. When I inform her, she then ordered a bagel. Not on All Day Breakfast. When did she hear me say bagels? She got upset.

oh dear. Let me get a violin and some cheese for her whine!

A customer asked for xtra large mocha. I politely explain we don’t have xtra large mc Cafe. “You have xtra large cups therefore you have xtra large mocha” he mansplained.

i repeated we don’t have xtra large mcCafes, would like he something else.

”xtra large coffee add hot chocolate.”

i sigh. Yeah, because I am so stupid to do that. “Sir, that is a mocha. Again would you like a large?”

”no! A tea!”

nothing like ruining a customer’s day by being a ray of cheerful polite sunshine!!!