As you may know, baristas are incredibly stupid creatures.
For instance, while I was at work today, I asked a customer to repeat his order because I missed what kind of frappucino he wanted. What followed?
Mow-kuh frap-puh-chee-no,
meticulously pronounced for the silly imbecilic barista I am.
Of course I thanked him for clarifying. Oh, and insult to injury: he asked for the recipt “in case we screwed up the order.”
I love assholes.










