Don't we all love some self-important type throwing a Grade One 'Tanty' - strongly reminiscent of a spoiled 2-year-old on camera. -- Anon Guest
Like all spectacles, this was one best viewed from afar. It was loud, it was violent, it was utterly ridiculous, and the people at ground zero had seen all varieties of nonsense and were therefore relatively unflappable, or just too tired to be bothered with reacting, it was difficult to tell. In person... it was just strange.
To the confounded spectator on site, it was just an ordinary day in a coffee shop. The people in the queue were just people in a queue, as regular as every other person going about their business. That is, until the very moment that the person ordering went from zero to ballistic in a matter of seconds.
Most of the incident was caught for posterity by a vlogger who had, right up until the moment of chaos, been talking about American Coffee Culture and the artificiality of literally everything in it. The apparent bone of contention was a fancy-looking danish in the display case and a peculiarly complicated coffee order. The coffee was a quad long shot grande in a venti cup half calf double cupped no sleeve salted caramel mocha latte with two pumps of vanilla substitute two pumps of white chocolate mocha for mocha and substitute two pumps of hazelnut for toffee nut half whole milk and half breve with no whipped cream extra hot extra foam extra caramel drizzle extra salt add a scoop of vanilla bean powder with light ice well stirred. The danish was a Raspberry and Candied Mint Leaf windmill with frosted swirls with a clear placard saying: CHRISTMAS SEASON ONLY. It was June.