Not My Cup Of Tea

Me: “Hi, can I get a small latte and a small cappuccino please to take away.”

Barista: “Yeah, sure.”

Me: “Oh, sorry, do you have small cups?”

Barista: “…Well, yeah.”

(He makes the coffee, but uses the medium cup.)

Me: “Sorry to be a pain but can you put it in a small cup please?”

Barista: “What? No, just take it.”

Me: “Look I don’t want to be a pain but, medium cups don’t fit in the cup holders in the car.”

Barista: “Well, I made it in a medium cup so…”

Me: “So… can I have a small cup, please? I don’t want to spill my hot coffee all over my lap.”

(Silence falls over the coffee shop; the customers are staring at the barista, who is just giving me a blank look of confusion.)

Me: “Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

(I manage to reach over the counter, just managing to reach a paper cup. I slowly pour the coffee into the smaller cup.)

Me: “I don’t think that was too much to ask, was it?!”

Barista: “Idiot.”

Next Customer: *loudly* “Can someone else serve me, please?”

(I saw that same “barista” cleaning tables but never behind the counter again.)