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i’m lucky enough to have encountered a barista malicious enough to do this to me - i ordered a decaf latte with soy milk and they gave me fully caffeinated with cow’s milk. cue hours of panic attacks and feeling sick. ugh

Why do some baristas think its adorable and clever to dick around with people’s specifications?  They can kill someone with allergies with this shit. 

Last summer, I had a stomach infection (sorry, gross, I know) and could hardly eat any sugar at all. After I went to doctors appointments, I’d gotten into the routine of stopping at a nearby coffee shop and getting a sugar free soy latte (because I’m also lactose intolerant). Whenever I gave that order to a certain barista, she would roll her eyes and be kind of rude, but I was like whatever. Then one day, I gave my order and my drink tasted a little better, but I didn’t really think anything of it until I overheard her whispering to another barista something like “I made that girl’s drink with regular syrup and whole milk, I’m so sick of these bitches getting soy and sugar free when they’re not even fat” like she had done something really awesome and clever.

I was horribly sick for the rest of the day.

it’s not uncommon at all for baristas to give me whole milk when I ask for soy. and for me, that just means I get a bad tummy ache, but for some people, that could actually kill them.

So yeah, people who do this shit should really lose their jobs.

[EDIT: Sorry, I didn’t realize the first blog who’d commented was an fatphobic blog. Deleted comment from asshole.]

I had this happen once. I went back the next day and told the manager ALL about my flaming shits, stomach cramps and gas. Then I told her who did it and I’m pretty sure they got fired.

I’ve had this kind of thing happen multiple times. Ordering diet pop and getting regular, ordering sugar free syrup and getting regular…and since I can’t always tell the difference in taste between diet and regular, I finish the whole drink and then end up in the hospital with blood sugar over 40. It’s not fuckin’ cute, people.

What kind of pathetic piece of shit would do this to another person? Yuck.

My ex-boyfriend’s wonderful, artistic, funny grandmother died of an allergic reaction, because someone thought it would be funny to give her something other than what she ordered. 

My mother is diabetic, and managing her blood sugar (really well, fortunately) through her diet and without insulin because it’s damned expensive for her. 

I could go on about my friends and family and their allergies and food sensitivities and religious prohibitions, but I won’t. Whether you think someone’s a “skinny bitch” or a “fat cow,” (either way, fuck you for being a judgmental asshole), it’s not your goddamn place to be the arbiter of their diets, you thoughtless moron.