Setting aside the apparent visual excitement plastered all over Jennifer, I grew increasingly more agitated the longer we were forced to wait. Around 10 minutes later, the Receptionist finally came over with a cup of tea for my slave and instead of the same for me…I received….a box of apple juice.
I'll admit, it took quite a bit of restraint on my part not to lash out and eviscerate the woman immediately, and honestly, the idea of throwing caution to the wind nearly won out, but in the end, I settled for huffing loudly.
Now, I know I'm technically five years old, but not being afforded the same respect as Jennifer, who was below me in status in my eyes, ticked me off to no end, still after a few deep breaths, I calmed my thoughts, took the juice box, and not so gently STABBED THE FUCK OUT OF IT WITH THE STRAW, before angrily sipping away at it like a pissed off gremlin.
