Frumpy Middle-aged Mom: Please, I beg you. Just give me a cup of coffee

So I walked into this place that smelled like coffee the other day, because I like coffee and I needed a cup.
It was artistically decorated with burlap sacks of what purported to be coffee beans, and blown-up color photographs of people picking coffee beans, so I had a small inkling that I might be able to satisfy my needs there.
But, sadly, it was harder than I thought. I stood in what I considered a ridiculously long line, behind people who spent 42 minutes ordering items that sounded like a &