Boost Juice Bars

The word "insulted" doesn't even come close to how I'm feeling. No word can describe the magnitude of my rage. After waiting half an eternity for service at the counter. I was approached by a rude clearly inexperienced staff member. I don't even know if she could read as she took literal minutes to input my order. Two simple items. One Mango Magic. One Super Fruit. Upon waiting another age for the drinks to be finished. My friend and I left. Soon only to discover that the supposed "Superfruit" was a made from celery, carrots, warm water and spite. Last time I checked the dictionary. Spite wasn't a piece of fruit. I suspect that the employees were playing from sort of sick joke. The friend I was with had recently stopped dating the manager of that small stand of hate in the centre of Belconnen. So as a sick joke they changed his drink to from a delicious treat to a original cup of hate. Was it not enough the manager cheated on him? Now he has to deal with constant abuse from boost employees. From the wait times, to service, to actual product. This miserable Belconnen boost is an insult to the core ideals of the jucing World.