They're in my city. I was at Starbeetus on my way to class this morning for my daily "8:30 class should not be a real thing" americano and was almost late because some butter huffer in front of me made the barista fix her frappuccino because 'it wasn't the right colour to have 9 pumps of syrup, it needed more' because this beast 'didn't like the taste of the milk & coffee' I've heard stories like this but I didn't think this sort of thing would happen to me.  I'm friendly with the baristas (they know my name/order/put a :) on my drink when I'm hungover) and we just looked at each other after with a look of shock and disgust.