Everyone's morning "coffee" ritual is a little different, and for some that means an ungodly amount of syrup slammed into their veins like it was being pushed in by a train. This barista thought they were getting revenge on a bad customer by seriously overdoing things, but as it turns out, that customer could look the grim reaper in the eye voids and say "the sweet embrace of death isn't saccharine enough for my tastes, Mister Jingly Bone Man." For another tale from the café, here's a customer who demanded hotter coffee so the manager went full throttle.
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