Flying Donkey Espresso at Irving Farm on W79th St. I said “hi” to the cashier and she just stared at me. I stared back until she finally cracked and returned the greeting. Meanwhile the barista seemed pretty angry with the guy that left his soy latte sitting at the pass too long. He implied that he’d like a fresh one but didn’t ask, and she didn’t offer him one. The lack of music made the entire experience slightly surreal and uncomfortable.