Last summer I spent a lot of time at a local cafe that prides itself on latte art.  Every latte they pour is topped off with the classic rosetta symbol in steamed milk. After spending day upon day, upon day working out of their cafe on my Macbook Pro, it was no surprise that the baristas would begin to recognize me.  Soon enough I would exchange nods, smiles, and the odd “hello” between them as we began to take get used to each other.  Then one day, completely out of the blue, I was served the…