Your barista may hate you...

-If you come through the drive-through and order 10 drinks.
-If you come inside between 7 and 9 am and order 10 drinks.
-If you argue over what Starbucks sizes are called. Seriously, I don't care if you don't want to say grande. Just say medium if you want, I promise that my fragile mind will still be able to grasp what you mean.
-If I call out your latte, it has your name on it, it's the only drink on the counter, and you still ask me, "IS THIS MINE?!?!"
-If you stand and stare as I make your drink. There's nothing I love more than feeling like a zoo animal. Love it.
-If you say "expresso." Get out.

-If you start out your order (which takes you 5 minutes to complete, of course) by saying, "Hehehe, I've never been to Starbucks, so I don't know!" How have you never been to a Starbucks? How on earth is that possible?
-If you ask me for a caramel macchiato with no foam. Uuuuuggggggghhhhhhh.
-If you finally get to the pay window in DT and say, "Oh, did I not say iced? And decaf? And soy?"
-If you bring in your own cup, hand it to me, and say, "I'm gonna need you to wash that out for me." Is your dishwasher broken? Hows about I break your thumbs too, jackass.

Apparently I'm feeling snarky.