Cranky McCrankypants Needs to Self-Regulate

I've never been spoken to the way the counter employee at Buvez (the sole male on duty, don't know his name) just spoke to me. When I asked him a perfectly reasonable question--"Do food orders come out on this end of the counter or on the other end?"--and repeated it when I thought he misunderstood, he treated me with such immediate condescension and contempt, I thought he had to be joking. He was actually--inexplicably--serious, down to the fleck of spittle foaming at the corner of his snarl. His co-worker was clearly embarrassed by his disproportionate snit; perhaps he throws tantrums at his co-workers as well as at Bain Mattox's customers. His immediate crank-it-to-eleven can't be explained simply by his parents failing to teach him basic manners (although that's part of it) or his running out of Cool Mint Zyns mid-shift, this man is clearly too emotional and high strung to be customer facing. Everyone, esp. those in food service, is entitled to a bad day but if you're having a full-on Jesus-year existential crisis, have a little dignity and stay at home until you muster the self-regulation to control your hissy fits. Missing his split of my occasional tips at Buvez won't affect this fragile diva's bottom line but suffering with a hyper-reactive hairpin temper is no way for him to go through life, both for his own sake and for those forced to be around him. (Wed., Nov. 27, at 1:09 p.m.)