Margaret tapped her maroon high heeled foot to the tune of her twitching eye. If there was one thing she hated more than waiting it was waiting due to inefficiency. All she wanted was to walk in, grab one black coffee and fuel up enough to kick yet another days ass. But no, she had to stand here in this sad excuse for a line and wait for a bunch of chuckleheads still deciding what they wanted who somehow got ahead of her.
She just knew she could do this better. One line for people wanted to wanted to waste time talking to a human person and a deli counter style numbers based distribution waiting system where customers are queued based off of factors like order complexity and percentage of completion. But no, they just had to stand here in one long first come first serve line like scavengers in the wild. No no, worse than that. Slaughterhouse, this was a slaughterhouse level mess. Then again, those were probably run a lot better than these two-bit bean peddlers. Now she was going to be less early to work than she usually was, be just a little too off her game all day and she kind of had to go to the bathroom.
Suddenly, ol’ Margey had the idea of the century. Then and there in the coffee line she-
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