Nick equates the ordering of an iced espresso - a hilariously common drink, one that Murky ITSELF SERVES - except it adds water, to...you know...GLORIOUSLY thin out the flavor of its roast as the LORD OUR GOD intended for MURKY COFFEE! - with a dude who got banned because he kept falling asleep in the shop. Except Kid Narcolepsy was affecting everyone else's experience. How many people in the world were impacted by Simmermon's request for ice? Here's the total figure: Uhm...ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOBODY.
By the way! Murky has now had two opportunities to specifically explain why they have a no-iced-espresso-policy (and there is an okay reason for having one! it involves chemistry and stuff!) and have, on both occasions, passed on actually making an attempt to breed an informed customer, choosing to instead couch their policy in the most pretentious terms possible. Does Mr. Simmermon not deserve to know something about espresso, or does no one at Murky actually know? I'm going to go with the latter, for the time being.
Anyway, evenbtually, he tells Simmermon that he'll punch him in the dick if he sees him again. I'm going to have to say that if that happened, I'd recommend that some sort of posse chuck the SOB in a trashcan and roll his dumb ass up and down Wilson Boulevard. TO THE DELIGHT OF CHILDREN OF COURSE. But that's not going to happen because Nick is a pussy coffee shop owner who Boing Boing and Metafilter made cry. Well...you know what happens when idiot coffee shop owner responds to perfectly legit gripe with the threat of crotch harm? BOING BOING AND METAFILTER FIND OUT ABOUT IT DUMBASS! And then who's "overplayed their hand?"Anyway, Nick is both a muncus and a fungdark. And a dumbass! And if you're in Arlington, and don't want your coffee filtered through a douchebag, head to Java Shack (whose coffee is better anyway!).