When I was going to the UW, I worked as a barista in the café of the flagship QFC store in the University Village. Customers had the option of ordering their drinks at the café and enjoying them while they shopped to pay for them when they checked out. We just needed to print out a bar code and stick it on the cup.
Many customers would take advantage of this. Grocery management would often find empty cups in the aisles or in the trash and went unpaid. Our department would not get credit for those drinks and was losing money. Because of that, store management would cut our hours.
Since the store was close to the UW, many students of the "Greek" system, I.e., frat boys and sorority girls, would frequent the store. The sorority girls were the rudest, however. Many of them, if not all, ordered "skinny" (non-fat) drinks with vanilla. We had a joke that sorority heaven overflowed with non-fat milk and vanilla. In fact, many of the drinks ditched in the aisles were non-fat vanillas. Drink orders are like finger prints - We knew who the culprits were.
One day a couple of sorority girls came to the café and spoke like Valley girls. One wanted a mocha frappe and the other wanted a coffee frappe drink. It was summer and we were making them non-stop; we hated making the drinks.
Instead of the regular caffeinated mix, I used the decaf which tasted awful. I handed their drinks with a big grin and wished them a good day. A coworker who passed them by overheard one of them complain about how hers tasted. The other quipped, "You should have gotten one like me!" We had a good laugh.
Since then, that coworker and I colluded: If a customer was on our shit list or if they were a sorority girl, we decaff'ed the drink.
It was fun working there.
