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.