I completely understand how emotionally weathered a human being could become after being subject for hours on end to assuage the desperate cries for labor-intensive beverages from the agitatingly uncaffeinated masses.
My unstoppable need to toss my warm steaming beverage into the trash can had more to do with the "eye roll" faux pas on her end when I innocently (and politely) ordered a half decaf.
I realized at that moment I may be an idealist.
But when a customer repeatedly comes to a coffee shop on a daily basis with unwavering loyalty and cheerfulness (in spite of the a.m. brain fog), one would hope to be greeted with -if not a smile- at least the lack of an eye roll.
Fortunately, it only took ordering a half decaf with extra whip cream ten minutes later from a freckle-faced girl with thick glasses, braids and a heart-warmingly beaming smile of braces to cheer me up before diving into my work for the day.
I realized at that moment I may be an easily pleased idealist.