Christblr: Do yall have any prayers you say for the wellbeing of friends you never see anymore?

I was just in D*nkin (because Boston and also because I NO LONGER WORK FOR THE σταρβυκς overlords!! They can’t control me!! Not that they could while I was there or even cared… I just felt like I couldn’t be a… conniving secretive traitor, at the time. I DID steal from them, I will say. Not as much as I’d like to!! But some! Anyway—) and there was this central-casting cookie cutter white woman™️ with neat straight blond hair and a shrill, commanding voice that was SO grating to hear in front of me, and I don’t know why it gets on my nerves so much but she asked for her beverage (iced coffee with oat milk I think) but she said “Could I just have [coffee]?” Like, no!! You don’t get to decide that what you request is “just” anything!! Undercutting the labor that D*nkin baristas do isn’t unusual by any means, but NOTHING could be further from the truth. Appreci them, Ms. Lady!!! Appreci them!! While you slurp your absurd beverage! Don’t you DARE feel oh-so-superior when that’s backed up by NOTHING!! Or… else!!! Or else!!!!!!!!!