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p.s. (post-scream)

...to the harrowing incident I reported on October the 2nd:

My boss called her card company to find out why the card had been rejected and THE TRANSACTION HAD BEEN APPROVED. The downtrodden woman was mistaken. Sorely mistaken.

I can laugh about it now. But you can bet I will never set foot in that Coffee Bean again. It's like the scene of a grisly murder to me now.

I'm only half-kidding.