As people waste our time debating how much to tip baristas (the correct amount: the small pile of coins they give back to you after your transaction is complete) and bartenders ($1 per drink), a second, much more significant beverage problem has once again been overlooked: the frustrating delays caused by people who order complicated drinks and cocktails during peak times at crowded bars.
A few years ago, a college friend described to me his experience on Tinder. The service was already popular by then, but it hadn't yet become synonymous with sleazy come-ons and predatory male speech patterns. This friend—a plucky yuppie with a positive outlook and the face of an old baby—was finishing a graduate degree, and told me Tinder was "a blast." And more than that, a way to meet people! But what am I—what are any of us—supposed to say to these strangers, I asked him, without seeming needy or corny or the other ten thousand ways a straight guy can come across to the rest of his species? He told me he opened, every time, with the exact same line: