May it fall with sulphurous fury on those who dispatch an administrative minion to a busy neighborhood coffee shop crowded with regulars dropping by for their efficiently-produced latte, 8:30-ish in the morning, and instruct said minion to fetch back eleven assorted coffee drinks, each one subtly-underspecified and requiring extended barista dialogue, and finally to pay with with a credit card.
— Worse yet the idiot who orders 50 coffee drinks from Starbucks, by phone, to be taken to work (which is 30 miles from said Starbucks) and tips badly (if at all).