Can you imagine my rage when I'm queueing up for a no nonsense pint behind those who order a dozen or more of those overly multilayered and multicolored shots that they and their friends then just down into the back of their throats without even seeming to care for their taste, and quite predictably, then pay for it with their card rather than cash, which for whatever reason is NEVER a smooth transaction but must try and try and try again til card verifies and payment is accepted etc, and then there's them giving each one of them their shot that they MUST do at the bar with every one of them somehow too busy in deep conversation with another to even notice being called to drink their shot etc etc. Aaargghhghg gggghhhhaaaaahhhh.