"Hello, we are Those People Who Try to Place Their Orders from the Bar So They Can Cut in Line."

I'm the "cool guy" who saunters in while several people are in line in front of him, but who never actually commits to the queue. I then walk over to the bar area to look at today's coffee blend selections, and after a few minutes of indecisively shifting my weight from one leg to the other, I catch one of the baristas in the spare second when he or she is not actively making a drink or fixing a pastry and try to place an order. It's usually something overly specific and confusing, such as "I need one of those Snickers Bars, but with decaf espresso and ice." I don't seem to notice that five people are in the line a mere four feet to my right, or that another three or four people are patiently waiting for their orders. I get miffed when the barista tells me to go get in line to place my order, and when I finally get to the front and they ask me what I'd like, I get angry because I already placed my order five minutes ago while they were busy making drinks for other customers.

It's very nice to meet you.