One Last Latte

Arnie Boyd was ecstatic, he'd finished Uni and he'd been offered an engineering role and so he could give up his early morning Barista job at the Sunrise Cafe in Downtown Manhattan. He hated the early mornings and his hipster colleagues he'd nothing in common with. He would have not bothered coming in anymore but he was waiting for one customer and there she was second in the queue. Dressed in a two piece black suit & waving her hands like a conductor while she spoke business gibberish down her cell phone. He hurried his customers Cappuccino, he didn't care that it was substandard and thought the guy to geeky to complain. He handed over the worst Cappuccino he ever made. She stood on front of him "Yes!" he asks not to hide his distain
The lady stares back in distain "Oh!, a Caramel Macchiato with aumond milk and light caramel drizzle".
Arnie smirks "We don't have aumond milk, we've oat milk, almond milk and cows milk!".

The lady sighs in disgust "Are you not listening, that's what I said aumond".
Arnie smiles "As I told you I don't have aumond, but I do have almond!".
The lady flicks her scrawny right hand "Oh whatever, I don't have time for this"

"No problem, a double espresso it is with auuuuuuuumond milk" trying to exaggerate her accent.
"HOW DARE YOU" she yells "I asked for a Caramel Macchiato with aumond milk and your being mooooooost unprofessional"

"I say, one finds one a frightfully annoying customer" the ladies face now tomato red with rage "If one may suggest a Caffe Latte with auuuuumond milk, a frightfully exuberant refreshment suited to the more pompous individual such as you"

The lady grunts and storms out. Arnie removes his apron & walks out smiling.