A latte and a lobotomy

Oh, dear merciful God, I need a lobotomy!.. Now!
Not even 10 feet away from me, two 50-somethings desktop support geek-wannabes are discussing the wonders of spellchecking, the failures of their mentees (where the fuck is that lobotomy?!!) and Dora the Explorer (neither one has children). And it’s not even 8 AM!... AND the coffee machine is brooooooken!..