working saturday makes me bitter

ya know, most of the time i enjoy my job, maybe not my boss, or some drama that comes along with any job you work; but overall i dig what i do
even the customers
most of the time,
and then there are those few who make me reconsider going back to stocking shelves, or being a cook, and hiding from society in general...
we are a coffee shop,
i think people expect a full scale restaurant out of us, which is irritating right off the bat
we do soups and wraps, not french fries, or fried chicken, if you want that shit go to the bar down the street...
so this woman comes in the other day and asks what our soups are
they're written on he board right n front of her face...
then she asks if the french onion soup comes with the bread in the bottom and the cheese on the top,
yes, it does
so a few minutes later she comes up complaining the bread soaked up her soup and wants a new bowl of 7 bean soup
if she knew the bread was in there, wouldn't she expect it to soak up some soup?
nobody has any common sense anymore
and i just want to choke them out.
during the week it's not so bad, i have my regulars who i bullshit with and i have a good time,
but as soon as saturday hits, all of these new, mean, unfamiliar faces start showing up, and they're assholes for no good reason but for the fact that they think they're better,
but they're not, half of them are idiots, seriously
we have a wrap called the courthouse and it has either chicken salad or tuna salad and it's written "chicken/tuna salad"
people constantly come up and ask for the chicken tuna wrap....words can't even express my disappointment in mankind everytime this happens
and it's more often than you'd think...
i hate everyone today....