dear hipsters,
i was at your food service joint today for lunch. i sometimes drop in for food and drink, because this is what you are there for. i like the food you make for me. what i don't like is your attitude. is it that your asymmetric fringes and ironic moustaches make it too hard to speak? will breathing in deeply enough to generate sufficient air speed to cause vocal chord vibration place too much pressure on the button of your skinny jeans?
whatever it is, cut it out. i shouldn't feel as though i should apologise for interrupting your absence seizure when ordering food. nor should i have to guess whether you want a table number or details of my order when it comes to paying - you should ask.
best of luck and hope that you grow out of it soon,
p
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