At Starbucks I go by, Kevin.

I don’t appreciate the chip on their shoulder when I order my coffee.

They act like they are doing me – a favour!

Did someone order a fucking latte!?

Baristas pay their retribution by being complacent servants to society because they are trapped living on a futon on the floor.  

And you know what Barista, I get it.  Bravo barista, bravo.