Flying out of F10, so I’m in the F9 lounge now. Breakfast buffet was the usual, not expecting much there. But the bartender looked at me with disdain and simply grunted when I went to order a drink. I had a $5 bill in my hand that I promptly put back into my pocket. Again, don’t need to be her best friend, but she could at least use her words and say “what can I get for you?” I’ll just use E7 and pour my own beers next time.