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So, I finally get her order—two lattes and a blueberry muffin. Easy peasy, right? Wrong! The milk frother decides to go rogue. It’s sputtering and spraying milk everywhere. I’m dodging like I’m in a milk war. I swear, I’m gonna need a raincoat for my shift.