No, it’s not a political statement. It’s a statement that my manager reminds me of.

When I want to make war.  Barista War: Operation Entitled Imbecile Annihilation.

Customer on their cell phone, and grunts an order to me, then changes it at the bar because they ordered it wrong, because of being on the above mentioned cell phone.

Make Coffee, Not War

Customer: Can I borrow the store phone? Me: Sure.  Customer: (putting the store cordless phone between her exposed breasts) What? You don’t mind if I put that there, Do you? ANSWER ME.

Make Coffee, Not War

Calling in an order because you are “running late and can’t wait in line” for your one latte and a bagel.

Make Coffee, Not War

I have a printed out label with how I want you to make my drink. And you should not charge me for the two shots of espresso, or extra syrups, or extra milk.

Make Coffee, Not War

Me: Goodmorning *smile*… Customer: Grande Mocha.

Make Coffee, Not War

Ohh I wanted that (ridiculously customized drink) iced…

Make Coffee, Not War

Is that my Mocha Frappichino? (as they pick up an obviously hot drink)

Make Coffee, Not War

That tastes different if you shake it in the other cup.

Make Coffee, Not War

This is not 195 degrees.

Make Coffee, Not War

But I just put money on my card (showing me a month old receipt, with an old balance on it.)

Make Coffee, Not War

Oh I want that  iced grande mocha, in an iced venti cup, with extra milk, with light ice. Why are you charging me for the extra milk?

Make Coffee, Not War

But you shouldn’t charge me for the extra shot or the soy or the syrups or the caramel drizzle or or or, they don’t charge me at “my” store.

Make Coffee, Not War

But Barnes and Noble sells Starbucks, why isn’t that considered a refill?

Make Coffee, Not War

I have the whole Starbucks set up at home. It doesn’t look right how she made it.

Make Coffee, Not War