I don’t know this man’s name. But everyone in this Starbucks hates him.
Why? Because in the middle of a lovely, busy, happy cafe, he won’t shut the fuck up. He’s screaming LIKE THIS INTO HIS CELL PHONE, as his wife or girlfriend nods. HE’S SCREAMING AND SCREAMING AND SCREAMING ABOUT SOUR DOUG BREAD AND HIS COLON AND THE SIZE OF A HAMBURGER AND WHY LIFE IS UNFAIR. The barista is annoyed. I’m annoyed. But we’re also all sorta passive, because, well, it’s not against the law.