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?” Continue reading Shit That Needs to Stop : Starbucks