The demon-it-child.
This horrible little demonchild comes into the coffeebean everyday after school to study with some fat old tutor.
We all loathe this child. Every like, 10 minutes the demonchild gets bored with studying and jumps around the store being noisy and annoying.
One time she came up to the counter and asked us to turn down the volume.
“Of the music?” We asked. (we didn’t know her very well at that point)
Demonchild “No, of your voices.”
She always bugs us to put samples out but every time we DO when she’s there she fucking takes them all! And we can't ask them to leave even though they never Buy anything cause our boss likes to see us suffer! (she only works mornings, so she has never had the pleasure of meeting demonchild)
And they always leave a mess of paper shavings and water cups whenever they leave. Basically, they are they curse of store 83 rained down on us by god or whoever saw fit to punish us for some horrible deed we had committed in the past.
Also, she stares at us. Intensely. All the time, for no reason. You look up from moping and there she is, staring. It's freaky…
Anyways one day the demonchild and the tutor come in and walked right up to the counter and the conversation went thus.
Fat tutor: Excuse me, there's some women outside with two dogs and their not even tied up or anything-
Demonchild: Yeah! And their dog attacked our dog!
Me: ( …..where the hell is your dog lady? If you left it in the car, it's going to die. They have no dog with them!)
Fat tutor: could one of you go outside and ask her to tie up her dogs?
Shift: [my name] take care of it
Me: (damnit) fine.
Demonchild: Are you coming? Follow me, I’ll show you. Are you coming? She’s here, follow me.
Me: (holy hell child I’m coming!)
Anyways I follow her outside and there are indeed two large dogs not tied up laying in the sun. Honestly, they look dead. Just lying there. I walk up to the lady I amume owns them.
Me: Are these your dogs?
Doglady: Yes.
Me: Could you please tie them up we had a-
Deminchild: Yeah! Your dog attack our dog!
Doglady: My dog didn’t attack your dog!
Me: Pease lady, I don’t really want to do this but I have to. (I am more or less completely ignored)
Demonchild: Yes! Your dog knocked our dog over!
Doglady: They did not!
Demonchild: Yes!
Doglady: Your nothing but a spoiled little brat and your mother doesn't love you!
Me:…………………(
What??????? Did she really just say that to a 10 year old??????)
Doglady: (gets her dogs and leaves)
Me……(to stunned to say anything.)
Demonchild: My mother does love me!! (she yells at the women, then starts to cry)
Me: (having no other choice I put my hand on her shoulder) it's ok, lets just go back inside.
Now the Demonchild always comes to me when she wants something, and whenever I work she stares at me. Yes, she is still a Demonchild, we all still hate her. …she’s more annoying now if anything
Next friggin day!
I’m working at the counter minding business cleaning.
Demonchild: (runs up to me in like a dead sprint) Do you have any scissors!?
Me: Yeah….(goes to get them)
Demonchild: There's a do outside caught in a bush and-
Me: Here. (hands her the scissors. I really couldn't care less) don’t run-
Demonchild: (sprints out the door)
Me:…..with the scissors…oh whatever.
Like three days later the Doglady comes in and orders a drink at my register.
Doglady: Could I have a regular no sugar added moca ice blend?
Me: No, I’m sorry, I only serve people with souls!
…..I go in trouble for that. But it was worth it.
This horrible little demonchild comes into the coffeebean everyday after school to study with some fat old tutor.
We all loathe this child. Every like, 10 minutes the demonchild gets bored with studying and jumps around the store being noisy and annoying.
One time she came up to the counter and asked us to turn down the volume.
“Of the music?” We asked. (we didn’t know her very well at that point)
Demonchild “No, of your voices.”

She always bugs us to put samples out but every time we DO when she’s there she fucking takes them all! And we can't ask them to leave even though they never Buy anything cause our boss likes to see us suffer! (she only works mornings, so she has never had the pleasure of meeting demonchild)
And they always leave a mess of paper shavings and water cups whenever they leave. Basically, they are they curse of store 83 rained down on us by god or whoever saw fit to punish us for some horrible deed we had committed in the past.
Also, she stares at us. Intensely. All the time, for no reason. You look up from moping and there she is, staring. It's freaky…
Anyways one day the demonchild and the tutor come in and walked right up to the counter and the conversation went thus.
Fat tutor: Excuse me, there's some women outside with two dogs and their not even tied up or anything-
Demonchild: Yeah! And their dog attacked our dog!
Me: ( …..where the hell is your dog lady? If you left it in the car, it's going to die. They have no dog with them!)
Fat tutor: could one of you go outside and ask her to tie up her dogs?
Shift: [my name] take care of it
Me: (damnit) fine.
Demonchild: Are you coming? Follow me, I’ll show you. Are you coming? She’s here, follow me.
Me: (holy hell child I’m coming!)
Anyways I follow her outside and there are indeed two large dogs not tied up laying in the sun. Honestly, they look dead. Just lying there. I walk up to the lady I amume owns them.
Me: Are these your dogs?
Doglady: Yes.
Me: Could you please tie them up we had a-
Deminchild: Yeah! Your dog attack our dog!
Doglady: My dog didn’t attack your dog!
Me: Pease lady, I don’t really want to do this but I have to. (I am more or less completely ignored)
Demonchild: Yes! Your dog knocked our dog over!
Doglady: They did not!
Demonchild: Yes!
Doglady: Your nothing but a spoiled little brat and your mother doesn't love you!
Me:…………………(

Doglady: (gets her dogs and leaves)
Me……(to stunned to say anything.)
Demonchild: My mother does love me!! (she yells at the women, then starts to cry)
Me: (having no other choice I put my hand on her shoulder) it's ok, lets just go back inside.
Now the Demonchild always comes to me when she wants something, and whenever I work she stares at me. Yes, she is still a Demonchild, we all still hate her. …she’s more annoying now if anything
Next friggin day!
I’m working at the counter minding business cleaning.
Demonchild: (runs up to me in like a dead sprint) Do you have any scissors!?
Me: Yeah….(goes to get them)
Demonchild: There's a do outside caught in a bush and-
Me: Here. (hands her the scissors. I really couldn't care less) don’t run-
Demonchild: (sprints out the door)

Me:…..with the scissors…oh whatever.
Like three days later the Doglady comes in and orders a drink at my register.
Doglady: Could I have a regular no sugar added moca ice blend?
Me: No, I’m sorry, I only serve people with souls!
…..I go in trouble for that. But it was worth it.

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