Tread Gingerly, Barista

A few months ago, I was in desperate need of a pick-me-up while running errands early in the morning; I won’t go into the details, but it was very stressful. I went into a cafe that I was aware had a bad reputation, but since it was just right there and I didn’t have the energy to keep walking, I decided to take the chance.

I ordered a mocha with a cinnamon spice mixture; however, when I got my drink, it turned out to be ginger instead. I walk back up.

Me: “Hey, pardon me, but I asked for cinnamon on my drink, but I got ginger instead.”

Barista: “Ginger’s better.”

Me: “Um… uh, what?”

Barista: “Ginger is better.”

Me: “Alright, but… I didn’t ask for ginger. Could I please get one with cinnamon, as I ordered at the register?”

Barista: *Smugly.* “Look, guy, you might not know about good drinks, but this is better. You’ll learn to like it.”

At this point, my low energy is taking its toll, so I take off my filter.

Me: “Okay, fella. This ain’t your sex life. Just because you can push things your way at home doesn’t mean it’ll work here.”

Barista: *Stunned silence.*

Me: “Now I think it would be a good idea for you to make me the drink I had actually ordered, or I’m calling for a manager and leaving a one-star review for your service and toilet-tier attitude.”

It wasn’t my proudest moment, but I got that smug snake to shut up while a different barista made me my drink without any issues. I made sure to avoid that place in the future.