So, it finally happened. At Starbucks another Barista managed to fling a Grande Caramel Frappacino ALL over me! Like through the apron and onto the pants type thing. Not just ON the pants, but soaked clear through...I had added 2 shots of espresso.... I would have felt irritated had she not felt terrible.
Jonas, shift manager, labled me an eternal optimist; he must not know me very well. He also gave me documentation saying that I had "formally" entered the nerd club. I think I entered that club when I went Contra Dancing. I mean come on, I danced with guys called the sniffer and Mr. Nova Scotia!
I have discovered that much like my sisters reaction, other Baristas get annoyed when I sing loudly and off key. Now THIS can be used as a finally tuned weapon.
I actually enjoy cleaning the ice deflector. Yes, I am a weird one that enjoys seeing mold scraped off a plastic panel. It isn't so much the doing, but the end result. I fell the same satisfaction when I iron and see wrinkles disappear. Lovely.
People who mumble irritate me. Their order sounds like this, "I'd l************ a ta********** CHAI WITH (some strange lanuage here) and deCaf*****************."
Me: So you'd like a decaf tall skim Chai?
Him: "No," spoken with Severe attitutude disorder. "I SAID Grande." - pronouned Grandeeeeee
Me: I call the order and the guy gives me a look and says.
Him: "Excuse me, but I said 2 Grandeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees."
Me: Sure
Him: I said soy, and make that a double.
Me: Make that a double.
Him: Wait, scratch that, I'd like the try a Frap.
Me: What kind?
Him: Is that cold? Never mind.
Me: Will that be all Sir?
Him: What? That can't be my total, I CLEARLY ordered ONE drink.
Me: Really? Hmmmmmmm, well then....state price.
Him: I'd like extra whip on the Frap.
Need I say more? I love it when stuff like this happens.
4 comments:
I'm not sure why, but I dreamed about you last night. Weird dream, but I think that's kind of implied, isn't it?
You have got to be making a difference at Starbucks. . . it's evident with every post. With or without a flung frap. . .
I can feel your pain. I am definately a nerd. of course, I work with nerds and hang out with people who are, mostly, nerds. Places where there aren't nerds are suspect and slightly irritating.
Clarissa
Regarding the mumblers: please try not to kill the dumb customers who don't know how to order or pronounce drinks right and act all high-and-mighty when you try to help them. Not that I'd blame you if you did murder one or two.
I shall have to come up with another title for you...I know! CYNIC.
Take care, L. See ya next time you're on my shift.
It takes all types, you know: the mumblers, the long-winded advice-givers, the... heh heh... others. ;-)
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