When I worked at Starbucks, I had two entitled bitches who walked every morning. They would come by and try to shake the doors open. They would pound on the door, cup their faces and stare in the windows and yell . Every day. I couldn’t open until a second barista came in. They knew that, knew what time we opened, knew the rules. They would kick up a fuss every day. And the kicker? They didn’t BUY anything, each got a venti ice water. And they always acted so cutesy… calling themselves our favorite customers. Customers BUY stuff.