Whale throws salt on my game I was getting my coffee (black, no sugar) this morning.  The cute barista got in line behind me to get her snack for break.  I was chatting with her in a friendly way for thirty seconds and about to ask about her evening plans when some dude butted in and complained about his wife's pastry.  I looked over at his wife and, unsurprisingly, she's obese and parked in the only chair she can cram her ass into.  Cute barista got out of line and got her another pastry and got back in line to resume our chat as this fatty talks to her (in that disgusting 'jolly' manner they have) from halfway across Starbucks about her love for pastries.  By the time this whole debacle was over I had to go.