Story Time

Once upon a time a jackass came to my Sbux. He ordered a tall mocha BUT IT MUST BE 190 DEGREES because if IT’S TWO DEGREES TOO COOL HE’LL COME BACK. So this mischievous barista began to wonder and nodded along as she steamed the jackass drink and the jackass ranted how he didn’t care if he got stomach cancer, his mocha MUST BE 190 DEGREES. This barista politely informed the jackass that it was not so much the potential cancer that made some baristas not steam the mocha to 190 DEGREES but because at around 175 the milk expands, boils, and begins to explode. If it overflows, as it almost always does over 180 degrees, then it can cause serious injury to the barista.
The jackass stared, blinked, then continued his rant about not caring about stomach cancer, his mocha MUST BE 190 DEGREES.
The mischievous barista cut the temperature at 175, finished the mocha with generous stirring and whipped cream, and handed it over to the jackass with a smile. Feeling as if he’d won, the jackass took his mocha and drank half of it in the store before leaving.

Not once did he say a word.

Moral of the story: pretentious jackasses who knowingly order drinks that are dangerous to their preparer’s health genuinely can’t tell the difference. They just need to feel as if they’re getting their way. Don’t risk your health and safety for a jackass’s drink when he can’t tell the damn difference.