I finally get past all the #badword#ing yuppies and tech wonks and order my latte. Well the barista muttered something about me not being able to have a latte and that some joker told her to give me a cheap-ass small coffee instead. I asked who the hell told her that and she nodded to this dweeb sitting all proud and smiley, raising his Venti Latte at me, like he just donated $1M to the Houston Relief Fund instead of tossing his loose change on the counter for a small coffee for me. I told the barista in that case to stick it and give me a 10 shot, Caramel Frappuccino with soy, vanilla syrup, and Frapp chips. As I tried to make my way out of this dump of a coffee shop I had to pass by, you guessed it, Mr. Take Care of the Unfortunate Dude so I can feel good about myself. Son of a bitch was blocking the aisle, I guess hoping I would thank him. No chance on that. I muttered something about getting his skinny ass out of the way and for good measure I tossed him a "Roll Tide."