I used to work at this small hipster coffeeshop and I’ve experienced some pretty strange stuff, because it’s located in a really fancy area in my city and it’s also in the bottom of a building for tech startup we get all kinds of folks.
Anyways, one evening we were slammed and this guy comes in. He’s kind of a regular, but he’s slimy in a creepy frat boy way, and kind of backhanded with a lot of comments. One of my coworkers loves him, I keep my distance and stay professional.
He orders a caramel iced coffee with 2%, so I make him a caramel iced coffee with 2%. Because it’s not a fucking latte the coloring of the drink looks different (more coffee, less sweet, no espresso, lack of milk etc.). He takes a sip and says that it doesn’t taste right, and I add more caramel.
It still doesn’t taste right.
So, it clicks that maybe he wants the latte so I ask him if that’s what he wants (our caramel latte has a strange sounding name so many people just say ‘caramel latte’ or macchiato) and he says ‘no’ that he wants a caramel iced coffee. We try this again. It doesn’t taste right. I tell my coworker (side note: I hate that bitch) and she tries to figure out exactly what he wants but his order is all over the place, apparently this drink is small and doesn’t have a lot of milk, and we offer 1. Caramel Cortado or a Cappuccino before we just fucking give up. Meanwhile a guest had preordered the caramel latte and we made that during this fiasco.
We weren’t going to make 4 drinks for free that’s for damn sure.
This FUCKING MORON grabs that drink and says that’s exactly what he wanted and scolded me for not making it right the first time.
Also, you would think that after this he would learn the name of the drink but now all he does is say 'caramel coffee’ so 🙃🙃🙃🙃fuck him.