An order of 15 cof­fees is a lot. I know that. But when I go into a cafe, such as Espresso­hol­ic on Cour­tenay Place, this is not the exchange I expect.

Me: …long list of cof­fees…
Espresso­hol­ic Per­son: That’s a lot, that’ll take [the two baris­tas] ages to do.
Me: (in my head) Yes but I will pay you money in exchange for these good and ser­vices.
Me: (in real­ity) Oh well I can go to anoth­er place if it’s a prob­lem…
E‑hole: No. It’s just…(mutter mut­ter)

As time goes by a queue forms behind me, because it does take a long time to make 15 cof­fees (a fact which I aware of before mak­ing my order). Do the staff maybe take orders so that these poor folk don’t have to stand and wait? Nope. Obvi­ously I’m the asshole hold­ing up the line with my unreas­on­able demands for cof­fee in a cof­fee shop. So the order was com­pleted and the vari­ous cof­fee types poin­ted out.

E‑Hole: …and that’s the long black
Me: Sorry, I ordered two long blacks
E‑Hole: No I just made one.
Me: (pause for thought) ok.

I paid and left. And finally E‑holic, I can do without the sneer­ing too, thanks.