So apparently I need to perform emotional labor just to buy a fucking coffee now. Like, what if I’m not in the mood to smile today? Am I supposed to stand there grinning like an idiot at a camera while my latte gets cold? This is why I hate going out sometimes. I pay 8 dollars for a coffee and suddenly I’m a circus act for some AI system. Next time they’ll probably demand a full Broadway number before processing my card. Fuck that. Just let me pay and leave me alone.