The Princess

Princesses are those annoying "Sex and the City" type chicks who think that Calvin Klein himself designed there bodies, and so they must be perfect in every way. They do NOT make mistakes, and they will usually be the first chicks in the room to use bad grammar. Years of daddy issues and a string of bad boyfriends have left them embittered and sullen, the Princess makes sure that she is always having a bad day, unless she's out with "her girls," and she also ensures that everyone around her is having an equally bad day.

So, I'm working the drive-thru. My least favorite thing in the store to do, but hey, you make good tips, and it isn't too hard. I hear through the intercom this annoying high-pitched voice, that's demanding that everything be made sugar-free, low-fat, just as easy on calories as possible. Oh, and extra whipped cream. Extra whipped cream? What? Can I punch you in the face now?

Of course, I smiled and loaded her up. I hope her ass expands at at least a proportional rate to her trumped up sense of self-importance. Fatty.