Okay. So. We get this one 20-something y.o. regular who always comes in with his venti clear personal Starbucks cup and always gets the same thing: a venti green tea frap with 12 SCOOPS OF MATCHA. I mean might as well just ask for a whole bag of it at that point. But he keeps coming in and appears to be in perfect help so you know it's fine.

Unfortunately, this time, I'm the one who has to make it, so I do it, one scoop at a time as he watches carefully from the other side of the counter. I make it, it looks as green as our aprons, I hand it over to him and everything's great bc that shit is done with.

Five minutes later, he comes back with half the frap gone and asks for it to be remade, saying it tastes like coffee or something. "No mocha this time," he specifies and I do all I can not to flip my shit. Do you see this apron-green drink in your hand? Do you know the depth of the brown of our mocha??

The rest of the baristas from that day and I still laugh about it every time we see each other or him to this day. Funny but infuriating at the same time.