Starbucks was once a place I avoided at all costs; my temporary occupation as a writer, though, has all but forced me to embrace the Seattle Satan in my everyday routine. It’s not all bad, it serves its purpose, and from time to time it’s a thoroughly enjoyable couple of hours. Some aspects, however, I just can’t deal with.
The Impatient Barista
Here’s a typical exchange between myself and the green-aproned soul taking my order :
ME : “I’ll have a Grande Hazelnut Coffee…an-“
BARISTA : “Ok is that all?”
No, that is not all. You interrupted me, ironically, exactly as I was speaking the word ‘and’ to inform you – quite clearly – that another item was forthcoming as part of my order. Waiting more than seven milliseconds after hearing the first item in the order to see if there is a second is a courtesy most customers would appreciate, Speedy McMocha.