Before he started working at the café, Devon rarely talked to any hipster or goth people, now he’d talked to more than he could count of his fingers; being a barista was similar to being a bartender in some ways.
We’ve been both. We’ve been a barista, we’ve been a bartender.
And being a barista is far, far worse than being a bartender.
As a bartender people will come up to you and try to behave their best, hoping they will be able to get faster service.
As a barista we will deal with whatever bartender wrought. And all baristas will try to make the experience palatable, to that person who just left the clutches of a bartender, hours ago.
I’m not sure why that thing comes to my store, or where it takes that coffee, but I am sure it’s for someone or something else. I can recognize the bad temperament of an unpaid intern anywhere, and I can only hope whatever dark lord it serves is content with its beverage, for its sake and mine. I seem to be doing well so far.
