The Day a Carrot Juice Disaster Changed Everything at Work
I worked at a chain health-food store in the Chicago suburbs for about a year. My worst experience? Definitely the juice bar.
One day, a customer—let’s call her Felicia—wasn’t happy with her carrot juice. She didn’t complain politely. No, she threw the entire drink in my face, like something out of an old movie, and snarled, “TRY AGAIN!”
I didn’t.
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