so we've built this castle around the cafe's kitchen. who knew it could be so dividing? this bitch started harassing one of the volunteers about it a few days ago. he grabbed me and said, 'this woman has a complaint'. expecting some sort of 'my tea isn't hot enough' or something similar regarding our service or quality, i'm shocked when she goes on this short diatribe on the illegimaticy of the castle because it has a cross cut into it and is hanging a flag saying 'republic of forest'.

'what about seperation of church and state? don't you get it?'

it is a castle made of cardboard. get over yourself.

bitch.

not to mention those squawking about the deeper meaning of the castle, comparing the royality (kitchen staff) and the proletariat (everyone else).

shite.