The barista apparently didn't think it was that important, because he didn't write anything and didn't give me decaf. Bear in mind my order was not that complex: Just the type of drink, flavor, size, and decaf. What possible excuse did he have for getting my order wrong? I didn't come at a busy time, so it's not like the server was hurried. In fact, I was the only person ordering at the time. I've heard of "decaffing" people as a bizarre and ineffective form of spite, but this is even more fucked up. Caffeine is a drug. Would you sneak vodka into someone's drink when they specifically asked for root beer?
|You just want a jelly sandwich? But you can hardly taste the peanut butter.|
The typical excuse in this situation is "you can't taste the difference." First of all, fuck that. Total bullshit. I can easily taste the difference and I wasn't looking for it. If people only order decaf for the taste, that premise already proves you wrong. Second, how does that make it okay? You can't taste a rufie in your drink either. That doesn't mean it has no effect.
The reasoning for intentionally ruining someone's drink seems to be that the customer is not always right, and is just being pedantic (for the sake of pedantry) if ordering anything but a standard generic drink with no qualifiers. It's only natural to think that; after all, humans are all born with identical sensory experiences and have no preferences, which is why no two people have ever argued about where they should go for food.
If you couldn't tell, that was sarcasm. No mr. barista, YOU are the one being an asshole by not giving me EXACTLY what I want. There should be no variation, because it's your fucking job to match orders exactly. This is where apathy meets ableism, because if there is a slight variation, I probably cannot consume the product.
|"HELP ME MY MOUTH IS BEING CONSUMED IN RAGING FIRE BY THE DARK LORD SATAN HIMSELF" is my reaction in both cases, so yeah, I guess I can't taste the difference.|
Unfortunately, I'm not and can't possibly be prepared for every situation that calls for confrontation. So what I really did was quietly leave and then throw the drink into the nearest trash can; $4.08 down the drain. The lesson I take away is that I need to stop being afraid of making a scene. I'm naturally conflict-averse, but I do not want to be. We do not need to tolerate intolerance, or be nice to assholes. If you're afraid of being an asshole, you're probably not the one doing it.