At this time, a guy who was in line behind me asks "Aren't you going to give her her soy?" This flusters the barista further, but he explains the situation again, patiently. The guy behind me says he'll take his business elsewhere and leaves. The barista is floored, the lady tells the guy not to go on her account.
The barista then pulls himself together and offers the lady some cold soy to go in. She's fine with that. The other guy has left, though.
I order a mocha and overtip.
If I were a nice person, I'd hope that the guy who left doesn't run out of places to go. I'm not that nice though, so he can fuck himself.
Then I went to Easy Street records for some retail therapy.