(This is something that people actually do. Bless all the baristas that must put up with them. Feedback is appreciated.)

The rush hour came quickly, almost too quickly for the newbies. Antonio was rushing to take orders. Unfortunately, they had displeasure of running into the same people who had made derogatory comments about them during their break. "¿Qué puedo hacer por ti? I'm sorry, what can I do for you?" The costumer smirked before answering. "A large vanilla latte and can you keep the gibberish to a minimum?" The next two ordered insanely complicated orders, that they could only assume were made just to spite them. One even demanded a certain temperature! Francis and Gilly struggled to keep the orders straight. "Is this with half half and half and half soy or..." She was cut off by the costumer. "Is it really that hard to keep a simple order straight?" Francis lost it at that comment. "Simple order?! Are you kidding me right now?!" The satisfaction was fleeting, the costumers controlled their tips. Francis just went back to fixing their orders.

Gilly tried to get an order ready, all she needed was the hot milk. As she pressed the dispenser, it flooded and engulfed her hand in scorching hot milk. That's when they remembered, no one had fixed the machine. "I'll get the first aid kit!" Francis yelled before running off to fetch it, leaving Gilly in extreme pain.