Me: I’d like a small, dark hot chocolate with a double shot of caramel.**
Barista: Frozen, iced or hot?
Me: Uhm, what?
Barista: Frozen, iced or hot hot chocolate.
Me: A small, dark HOT chocolate.
Barista: *gives me a look* Which kind?
Me: *through clenched teeth* Hot. Hot. Chocolate.
Me: Oh, I’m sorry, did you give me my receipt?
Barista: Uhm, no. *He looks away from me and then glances back like he forgot I was there.*
Barista: Did you, like, want one or something?
Some days, I just can’t with people.
On the plus side, my hot chocolate was delicious.
**Don’t you judge me. I had a long day.