Can you stir that?!?!

I was in line at Starbucks one day behind a man that was not having a good morning. He screamed at the barista because, apparently, she had not stirred his Iced Latte to his liking. He asked her to get a big spoon or stir stick and give a nice mixing. For some reason, she was not allowed to do this. As an observer of this scene, and not being a person who has a food handler's card, I have very little opinion on the level of stirring that occurred. I can say however that the man's anger was unnecessary. I noticed too that the barista was very visibly shaken (not stirred, ha!) by the way she had been treated - regarding an Iced Latte. In fact, she took it out on the caramel bottle as she finished my Caramel Macchiatto. I was thinking this morning that some days I am the man on one side of the counter. Screaming at the top of my lungs because I didn't get my way. Selfish. Ridiculous. Some days, I am the barista, feeling beat up by everything around me. I would rather be the old dude in the corner, reading his newspaper, handing out free smiles to everyone coming and going. Who are you today?