I'm the person who cannot quite make up her mind about what she wants to drink. Trying to aid my decision, the barista tells me about some of his personal favorites, and attempts to discern the kind of item that might appeal to me.
His attempts, however, are completely insulting to my finer tastes. He tries to tell me that I might like a Caramel Macchiato - does he really think I want one of the those funny Mexican drinks? I bark at him that, no thank you, that is certainly not the kind of thing I want. He alters his approach, telling me about the Italian sodas - but did I ask him to tell me about these fancy, overblown beverages when all I want is something simple? After a few suggestions, I huff, "Well, I guess I won't get anything at all!" I turn around a leave, unable to comprehend the ridiculous suggestions that worker tried to force on me.
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