This afternoon, we went to the Starbucks drive-thru. Since I was sitting in the passenger seat, it was a little difficult, but Tom slowly repeated my order for the barista: a short, decaf, non-fat, sugar free vanilla latte.
We get up to the window and the gal asked if she could repeat my order. She repeated it correctly, but then she told me that for future reference, I could just order a skinny vanilla. I explained to her that some places give you a blank look when you order a skinny drink, like at the Starbucks in the Target – to which she replied in a very condescending tone that they weren’t “real Starbucks.”
Ok, coffee snob…and by the way, are you sure this is decaf? No, you missed that part?? Were you too confused by the non-skinny skinny drink to miss the part that will keep me up all night? Were you so focused on trying to transcribe my order into your fancy marketing lingo that you forgot to listen and check the little boxes on the side of the cup, you know, the old-skool way?
Was my drink order too complicated for you? Are you having trouble keeping up in the little Starbucks in the middle of America? You wouldn’t last 10 minutes in morning Seattle rush. What if I threw out a short, split, half eggnog, half soy, with whip, extra hot? Huh? Can’t handle that? And yes, that is a real drink.
Don’t get me started – I’m from Seattle. I can order complicated coffee with the best of them. I expect the best and the brightest of the Starbucks employees – the ones that not only take the complicated order down correctly the first time, but ask if I want extra nutmeg. That’s right, Starbucks baristas with independent thinking skillz. You, giving me the stink-eye for not ordering “properly”….YOU CAN’T HAAANNNDDDLLLEEE THE ORDER….
In other news….Benjamin Button is Boring. Can I have my three hours back? 80 years is a long time to cover even in three hours, but more importantly, the movie never gave me a compelling reason to connect with the characters or the story. Just a bunch of pretty people getting prettier as they age. Blech. Should have seen the Jim Carrey film.