That Fucking Bitch! Drive-thru Karen38

"Yes, hi. This is regarding this morning's order. The ice. I ask for light ice. Every day I ask for light ice, and every day I have to say it twice, and today the cup was half fucking ice anyway, so I paid six dollars for three dollars of coffee. Again. I have explained the math to your manager already. I should not have to keep explaining math. But that isn't why I'm calling. I'm calling because yesterday the new hire was on the window, and today they were not, and the posted schedule said they would be. I plan my mornings around that stop. I have for a year. If the schedule says one thing and the window is somebody else, I need to know, because I make my complaints by name, I keep track of names, and I am not going to stand at that speaker like an asshole asking for somebody who isn't there. The girl who used to work mornings, before this one. She isn't there anymore. Nobody ever says why. I never ask. That's how that works. I want a call back about the schedule. Today. Not from Doug. Doug talks to me like I'm a bomb, and frankly, fair, but it wastes my morning. This is Karen. You know which one." Note: All Actors in this scenario are consenting adults. May contain slapping.