This shit happens fucking CONSTANTLY at Starbucks too.

I worked at Starbucks for 7 years before I finally got real adult™ jobs.

The first store I worked at had a girl named Stephanie or Steffany or Stephany or some shit, and she came in with her ghetto-ass mother and ghetto-ass baby-daddy nearly every day, and EVERY FUCKING DAY, for literally YEARS, she would complain about drinks that she had ordered, and completely finished, and got new drinks because 90% of Starbucks managers are complete fucking push-overs.

Finally I got promoted to a shift-supervisor position after about 2 years, and I put a stop to that shit right quick, since I was the "authority" on the floor at any given time. My manager didn't like it, but I'd worked there longer than he had so he took my word for it being bullshit and 6 months later after they continued to try that shit repeatedly (and after her ghetto-ass baby-daddy tried to slit his wrists at one of our tables in the lobby with fucking grade-school scissor he borrowed FROM US), my manager got on board the "fuck Stefany" train and it was no more free "extra-caramel, extra whip cream venti caramel frappuccinos" for her and her entire family. 'Cause if you've worked there, you know those are super hard to make correctly.

I actually had to clean up that dumbass mother-fucker's blood from our table. And if that wasn't enough, the same guy would hide drugs in his daughter's stuffed animals so he could deal them on our patio. In full view of our floor-to-ceiling windows. Father of the year material there. We all felt awful for that little girl, she was a sweetheart. I hope she's okay, but I don't have high hopes for her.