Dude: Chill. Pill.

I may have to write up a list of Things To Do (Or Not Do) At Starbucks. High up on the list:

Do NOT yell at the barista because she got your order wrong when confirming it over the drive-thru speaker--when it hasn't even been MADE yet--and then give her a psychotic glare at the window that makes it clear you're ENJOYING the fact that you scared the wits out of her, and she can't do anything but serve you.

I'm sorry I left out the "triple" when reading back your Triple Venti Nonfat Decaf White Mocha and the Triple Venti Decaf White Mocha because I was trying to make another customer's drink, answer a co-worker's question, and take your order at the same time. All you had to do was point that out, and it would have been fine. Repeating the order as loudly, slowly, patronizingly, and angrily as possible? Leaves the innocent barista who was trying to serve you politely afraid to answer the drive-thru ding for the last three hours of her shift, in fear you came back to try and kill her with your brain.

This guy seriously and honestly scared me. Go look up the recording of Christian Bale freaking out on the set of Terminator 3, and you'll know the tone I heard today. Irrational, bordering-on-homicidal anger...over COFFEE.

COFFEE.

On the upshot, my shift was cut today, so I was already going home an hour early. And I now have my entire day off to get over this psycho.

Ugh.