Coffee

They'd done it again. They'd spelt his name wrong.
David. D-A-V-I-D. How fucking difficult was it? This cup had something that looked like Dryfit written on it.
"Excuse me?"
"Yes?" replied the barista.
"You've spelt my name wrong."
"Is the coffee correct?"
The man took a taste. It was quite satisfying.
"Yes."
"Then what does it matter?"
The man was furious with this response.
He took the lid off his cup and threw the contents into the face of the smug barista.
"It hurts so much!" he screamed.
"What does it matter?" scoffed the man, turning to leave.