“I’ll have a medium, decaf, soy, wet, hazelnut cappuccino, please.” I speak slowly as to not overwhelm the new barista taking my semi-ridiculous order at the Nervous Dog Café, a charming little coffee shop just a mile or two from my school. My order is a complicated one that probably makes the guy in line behind me roll his eyes. I used to apologize to the barista: “I know, I’m difficult,” I’d say. But I don’t...