*Oh, wait, I forgot. Along with my job description of barista, I am also apparently supposed to be a mind reader. Somehow it turns out to be my fault that I was not aware of your changing whims, or that I did not have a preconceived idea of what exactly you wanted. However, funny enough, it isn't YOUR fault that I made the drink YOU ordered, and so conveniently forgot to order it exactly how YOU wanted.
Dear Condescending Tully's Customer, I remember you from yesterday. You ordered a drink with the clear intention of being in a coma by lunchtime. Today you are proclaiming that you can only have the freshest bread, because it is better for you. I am not sure I believe you are all that health conscious. Nor do I appreciate you tacking on additions to your drink after I have already made it, in what I am sure, is an attempt to not pay for them. Also, my coworker does not appreciate being condescendingly referred to as "Young man" in, what I can only assume is an attempt to show that YOU are superior to us because we are simply baristas. I am so sorry that you are middle age, therefore established in your career, and we are putting ourselves through college working, what you clearly feel, is a menial job. Might want to take a look at the calendar, babe. You got quite a head start on us.
Dear Frazzled Customer, I am so sorry that ordering coffee is such a hassle to you, but you walked in to our store, I did not beckon for you. Also, announcing that you are from Ballard as though it were Timbuktu in NO WAY explains why you do not understand how to order coffee, nor does it explain why you cannot not tell if our menu is written in English.
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