That reminds me.
We used to do our morning commute coffee at Truth when they started out on the intersection of Buitengracht and Somerset Road at the Prestwich Memorial.
This dude pitches up on his scooter, proceeds to take off all his rather copy/paste paraphernalia and then asks the barista for his coffee. Then he proceeds to lecture the barista on how to make the perfect coffee and calls for his milk to be frothed in a certain way with a certain amount of time that it has to be poured into his cup. Acting all pro.
Then this dude says to the barista "Where are your sprinkles" .................... that was the last straw for him, you could see his heart sink and finally give in to this pro. He shuffled around to find it in the back, gave it to him and walked away in disgust.
This dude also looked and acted like his mother dresses him in the morning.
Long story short, that used to be a good running joke with the barista afterwards.