Just Can't Help Myself

So here's the deal. I work as a barista at this one café where everyone knows each other and acts like family. But there’s this customer, let’s call him Alex, who thinks he owns the place. He comes in every morning with his coffee order so long it sounds more like an encyclopedia entry than a request. And you know what? I cut him off once. Told him no extra shots today because our machines were out of sugar syrup. He got all huffy and left without his caffeine fix. And guess what? It felt amazing to stand up for myself after months of him bossing me around.