I meet people as they are. I'm a support for the downtrodden, hero to the underdog, a helping hand to those who have been knocked down. 

For this reason, I have always had huge issue with bullies, biggots and 🩸y knob heads. 

I've been trying a new coffee shop out. 

I've always been a cash guy and I tip. A week in, same time each day, they know me.

Unfortunately, I seem to share my morning coffee with an asshole. 

I'm not au fait with gay identity or 'types' so forgive me, but he is clearly out. He is a prancer. A dancer, loud 'proud' and  cuttingly quick in his venom for those who displeases him. 

Each day he has come in behind me. Chatting loudly on his ear pods, orders a frothy mocha low fat non fat skinny waste of good coffee. 

Adds a ton of sugar and basically, annoys me. 

Yesterday, as I was waiting for my order. He took offence at something that happened at the counter. 

Some simple error, some easily correctable mistake that led to the end of the world, R.A.D.A performance extrordinar, meltdown and filth spewing verbal attack on the poor barista. 

I thought the poor chap was going to cry. His eyes welled up, a little quiver on his lip and still Mr Poison was venting. 

I stepped in. All it took was an 'Easy there'... as if i was talking to a naughty pooch. 

The Barista looked relieved, the stupid asshole looked... well, a little turned on. 

This morning, I ordered and my new friend the barista pointed behind me and said "your order is on him". I turned to see Mr Drama queen give a little wave. 

"I don't think so" I told the barista. He laughed and took my offered cash. I tipped double and waited for my order. 

In conclusion. 

Feel free to tip or treat me. Feel free to reimburse to your hearts desire. 

Unless you are an asshole. 

True story.