The Codependent Cop

forgot to mention this wasn’t the first run-in with them. I’m not a cop hater.

Oh shit!! IT IS HIM!!!

Cops were some of our worst customers at that very store. Arrogant, lazy and inexplicably feeling like we should be happy to see them. Nothing at all against cops, the McKinney police force, just against the individuals that happened to come into 380 in their uniforms.

If I got a free Triple Venti White Mocha with Extra Whip (tallking to you, Erik) or a free Grande Non-fat No-Foam Latte (listen up, Berti) or a free Grande With Whip Caramel Macchiato (that’s you, Chris) everyday, I’d be kinder to both the baristas and their tip jars. Just sayin’.

Here’s the SLIGHTLY redeeming moment I experienced:
The barista dude took the order but then said, “Hey, if I need new tags on my truck, where do I go??”

The cop said something about a building in town, and the barista continued, “Okay. So like I tried calling the state, and they said something else. Also, it’s basically my wife’s car… No, my name isn’t on it at all but i need to get new tags. Oh. So she needs to be the one to get it? And where does she go?”

He was annoyed that someone was talking in a friendly casual manner. I was annoyed that Captain Backseat D-Bag was still capable of sexual reproduction.