Eric had an issue. He had a secret. It was a secret he would never tell anybody. Because this strange secret made him different from most people.

There was an annoying fact about him that he couldn’t keep hidden. It was a secret so scary, that if even I, if I would dare tell it…

Instead, I must give you an example of how you just never know some people.

Eric has lactose intolerance issues. His body can’t handle milk or milk products. It makes him irritable, gassy, and in the worst of the worst cases he gets intense diarrhea.

When lactose alternatives hit the market Eric jumped for joy. He could finally enjoy beverages that he never could before.

Now he could enjoy beverages with soy milk, almond milk, and his favorite oat milk. He could safely enjoy a cup of coffee without a care in the world.

One day Eric decided to go to his favorite coffee house for a hot latte with oat milk. He was always overjoyed to patron this particular coffee house. Eric called it his happy place.

Today he wanted to treat himself to a nice hot pumpkin spice latte. Since it was the middle of October, Eric thought it was about time to indulge in something pumpkin spice.

Eric confidently walked into his happy place and waited patiently to order his fall-favorite latte. He enjoyed the atmosphere, the smell, the sights, and the vibe of the coffee shop.

It was a pleasure being in his happy place. It was there, at this place, that the staff always treated him with so much kindness and respect.

He loved it there. He loved the fact he could have a nice cup of coffee with milk, finally. Although it would be oat milk, it’s was still milk.

He stepped up to the register when it was his turn to order, but it wasn’t the usual cashier. It’s someone new, someone he had never seen before.

Without disguising his joy for his upcoming pumpkin spice treat, he uttered a gleeful “Hello.”

The barista didn’t seem to share his same joy for this crisp fall day. Instead, he responded to Eric with a snarky and stiffly delivered, “Hello, What you want?”

Maintaining his joy and poise, Eric replied, “May I please have one pumpkin spice latte? With oat milk?”

With malice in his heart the barista coldly replied, “Sure. Whatever.” Eric was a little disheartened, but he maintained his upbeat disposition and kindly payed for his latte. But Eric stepped back after paying to take note of the barista.

Eric focused on making sure to remember how the barista that took his order looked, his name tag, and the way he smelled. Then, after making a mental note, Eric waited for his latte with a smile. He was confident about his order and had a feeling that his happy place wouldn’t let him down.

When Eric named was finally called, he grabbed his latte and rushed out the door , off to work. He was happy to finally have his latte, and with it in hand, he felt like he was going to have a great day.

At work he had the worst day ever. He snapped at everybody, giving out insults to everybody like it was nobodies business.

Eric had a nagging suspicion that his drink was off. It felt like he had drunk milk but the label on the latte was clearly labeled with ‘oat milk.’

He was feeling hella pissed the whole day. Farting, and having bouts of diarrhea. Eric had to leave work early because he couldn’t take it anymore. His bowels were on the verge of exploding and felt like they were twisting in knots.

When he got home, Eric vowed to have his revenge on that particular barista. Tonight was a full moon. And tonight, in secret, he would take vengeance for that barista’s disobedience.

Eric was turning into a werewolf tonight. And tonight, it would be the night that the barista would pay for adding milk when he specifically said he wanted oat milk.

Once the moon was high and full in the sky, Eric’s transformation was finished. Now, fully a werewolf, Eric had only revenge on his mind.

He darted and dashed throughout the streets. His first stop was his happy place. Eric sat outside and sniffed and sniffed, until he caught the scent of that one particular barista. The barista that took his order.

He followed the scent to an old apartment building. Eric sat patiently outside, scanning the building for any sight or scent of the barista that took his order.

Finally, Eric caught a glimpse of the scoundrel. The one who had given him a drink with whole milk added to it, instead of the lactose-friendly oat milk that he asked for and paid to enjoy. He found the barista’s apartment and decided to enter through the window.

Eric leaped from the top of one building and crashed through a window in the barista’s apartment. Excitedly, Eric ripped and slashed the barista belongings. He planned on destroying everything that barista cared for and loved.

Shocked, the barista watched, frozen in fear and trembling as a werewolf tore through his apartment. The werewolf was destroying everything that the barista owned.

Eric stopped, slowly turned, and glared angrily at the barista, baring his teeth. The barista, petrified in the corner of his apartment bedroom, screamed out, “WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?”

Eric snarled, “You made the wrong drink?”

Terrified and completely honest, the barista managed to scream out in terror ” I JUST TOOK THE ORDERS, I DON’T MAKE THE DRINKS!!!”

The revelation hit Eric’s soul. All of this carnage, and this barista wasn’t even in the wrong.

He just took my order. He didn’t even make the drink with whole milk that was supposed to be an oat milk pumpkin spice latte. All of this destruction for nothing.

All the werewolf could do was apologize and calmly leave out of the apartment.

See Eric’s secret is that he always assumes. He doesn’t fact check.

Eric is the type of guy that believes the worst about people and then he acts on it. He goes with his first inclination, and sometimes, like this incident, that can be a bigger problem than him being a werewolf.