In my store, there is a barista that I will call "Corky." I shall call her Corky because she is retarded.
Corky has been with the Starbucks for the better part of six months and still does not know how to make drinks, how to call out drinks, how to run the register, or how to walk without running into others.
Ultimately, I could care less, only Corky gets to keep her job and everyone else has to do her work. Still, people like Corky have a place in society. This place is the butt of my jokes.
However, a nasty customer dared to compare me to Corky. Therefore, he shall forever be on my shitlist. Picture it...
I am in the back running fresh dishwater. I see a customer up front and go up to help him. (Aside: said customer is notoriously bad about trashing our cafe. He leaves his newspaper spread out over three or four tables, leaves crumbs and cups on the floor. I am convinced the fucker believes our cafe is his living room.) Only he can't decide what he wants and I tell him I'm going back to the back to watch my water and I will be right back. I walk back to the back, inspect my water, turn it off, dry my hands, and come back out to the front.
Corky proceeded to help the customer. Good. Fine with me. Except, please remember Corky is a retard and must be watched lest she burn the place down or hit her head. I go back out and ask the customer if he's been taken care of. He proceeds to tell me that I could learn a few lessons from Corky. That Corky is a better barista than I am. And that I do not belong at a Starbucks and that I could go back to do more dishes. Oh bitch.
I said, "No kidding I don't belong here. I'm six classes away from having my Master's. Thanks for the attitude, Captain. Enjoy your drink."
At least the bastard didn't destroy the cafe. He paid for his drink and left. Now, every time he comes in, I always make it a point to make him feel a little uncomfortable. Some say it's rude. I say, it's one of the few perks.