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Originally Posted by wendybeth
How much is ire going for these days? 
(I try to stay away from Starbucks- they annoy the hell out of me with all their 'starspeak' and crappy coffee). |
So... I needed gas in my car this morning, which made me late to begin with, and as long as I'm going to be late to work, I like to be late with Starbucks, especially as it's right there (actually, I have a choice of gas stations, but I don't like the off-brand coffee place near the other station, so I chose this station to allow me my Starbucks). So I "nip" in there to get my Frapp, and the place smells like a combination of burnt coffee and that nasty sour smell you get when sugary liquids go bad (eg: the smell of a restaurant dumpster or an unclean soda fountain). Horrible. And of course, there's tons of people in there.
I get up to the register, and I have this dippy chick who has no clue what she's doing. I tell her Grande Cafe Vanilla Frappuccino. She turns around, grabs a Venti cup, turns back around with cup in hand, and eventually gets to asking me, "Did you say Grande or Venti?" "Grande." So she turns back around, grabs the right size cup and starts looking for the button on her register. "Vanilla?" "Cafe Vanilla." Now, at this point I should say, if you're not a regular Starbucks customer, that there are two Frappuccinos involving vanilla. There is the cafe vanilla, which is a coffee-based drink with some vanilla syrup, and there is the vanilla bean, which is much more like a vanilla shake and contains no coffee whatsoever. So the deliniation between the two is vital if you want the right drink. Okay, so she looks at her register some more (this taking a while) and looks up again, asking, "Vanilla Bean?" "CAFE. VANILLA." At long last, dinglebat finds the right button on the register, notes that I want whipped cream, and passes the cup off.
Then I stand there. And stand there. I watch a long procession of other people's drinks being made. And I continue to stand there. Literally every single person that had been in line, both in front of me AND behind me got their drinks made before they even began mine. That was really the thing that got to me, because of course, I was in a hurry. The line behind me had cleared out, and all those people got their drinks. Then FINALLY someone made my frappuccino. Damn near handed it to me without whip too. Guy had the drink all lidded and everything before he noticed. Good thing he did too, because if he'd handed me my drink, after all that time, in the oppressively stinky store, and wrong... I may have had to rip someone a new one.
As it is... they earned enough of my ire for me to commit it to the internet.