Forgive the lurking, but I stumbled upon this while, well, lurking and I just about fell out of my chair laughing because I too had the unfortunate experience of working in Barnes & Noble cafe. It was by far the longest four months of my life!

I'd love nothing more than to print this as a flyer to hand out to every single customer that gets in line, despite the fact that I haven't worked there in a year. My days as a barista have scarred me for life and I think the world should know it...or at least part of the world.

I'm wearing a stupid uniform and a green apron, and therefore I'm not an actual person to you... A-fucking-men. Seriously, they have no idea how dangerous it is to piss of a barista. We were this close to creating a spit jar to sit on the counter as a warning to all potential customers. Unfortunately we knew for a fact that management would frown upon such a thing, which was terribly disappointing.

So yeah, sorry for the seriously delayed comment and babble. I can't help but feel a sort of kinship with fellow B&N baristas. We definitely got the short end of the stick. :)

p.s. Are you allowed tips? 'Cause we weren't even allowed that. Bitches!