The worst people in the world are the people who try to act like their rudeness is cute. I’d rather you double down on being an asshole than try to LOL your way out of treating me like shit.

Alright I've got a decaf grande americano with steamed soy extra whip for whoever you are!

They approach cautiously. They ask. Is this mine?

Is your name whoever you are?

Yes.

Then it's yours.

They open the drink slowly. A frown appears. A glare forms as their brows furrow. You didn't put whip on this!!!!

I look over and note the cup is so full of whip it's spilling over the sides. I bury my feeling deep inside before saying, ok well let's top you off with some more whip!!! I bust out mad whip skills and jam more on top. No way the lid fits now.

She sniffs, lowering her mask to protect her chin so that she can truly judge this handcrafted beverage. It's obvious this won't go well.

I turn around, dejectedly returning to bar where an endless like of drinks await. The hairs on the back of my neck alert me to what is coming.

Her mouth wide in shock, a screech emerges, THIS ISNT DECAF!!!!

I look at the espresso machine. 3 dcf shows on the shot queue. I smile, and through that forced smile I say, It sure is!!!! But I'll be happy to remake it for you. Without waiting for an answer I start making it again. I leave omega level room for whip. It's beautiful. I cry inside because this work of art won't be seen by anyone who will appreciate it.

I hand it over. A quick glance up from behind my sweaty Starbucks cap and I know what she will say next. I feel it in my soul, and I know you do to.

She sips it after hand scooping out some whip. A few flecks landing on the chin mask. She puts the lid back on. Picks up both drinks she has now sampled and unleashes a gutteral howl.

I SAID ICED WHY CANT YOU PEOPLE EVER GET MY ORDER RIGHT???!!!!

I die even more inside. Our line is out the door. I mumble something and shut down. I become the machine I must. Starbucks has won.

My favorite was when we were slammed and I had just hopped from register to bar to make drinks. This guy saw my coworker making a hot drink for SOMEONE ELSE and yells at him "I wanted it ICED! HEY I ORDERED THE ICED MACCHIATO!"

Like BITCH THATS NOT YOUR DRINK! YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY CUSTOMER IN HERE

So. Traumatized. I have PTSD from mean white women at Starbucks. They are so angry and paranoid and suspicious. Like I am trying to HELP YOU LADY.

I love the ones who reach under the shield and start pawing each and every drink checking all the names before we can stop them. Hot, iced, doesn't matter, gotta make sure that venti Java Chip frapp isn't their doppio macchiato

I've become far more pessimistic lately so when people pull this shit with me I start just losing any and all valid emotion in my eyes. I'm sure they can see the annoyance in my face. I don't even bother waiting to have a conversation with them; I just start making the drink over, being just like my mother by passive aggressively slamming the pitcher around while I flip it over to fill it with milk, or when I put the cup down on the counter to fill it with milk.

People just suck.