freakin’ starbucks

I was at work until 1AM last night. I went home and passed out. When I woke up this morning, it was one of those mornings where your eyelids take every ounce determination that you have to get them to open. I stumbled into the shower. It was then that I decided to stop at Starbucks and get some coffee on the way to work.

I order the same thing the same way every time. A “venti, non-fat, iced, white mocha with an extra shot of expresso please” I told the barista. Apparently, what he heard was a “venti, soy mocha with an extra shot of espresso.” I’ve worked in food service. I know it’s not hard to take orders from customers. That was one of my favorite jobs. How do you f*** something up that badly? I was too tired, late for work, and pissed to give a damn. I took the drink, knowing that once it kicked in, I would be blogging about my experience.

It’s experiences like these that are making me loose faith in the younger generation. The next time you go to a restaurant and are served by a career server (the old gal with three kids that looks like she’s been a waitress for the last 30+ years), enjoy the service. Leave a good tip. I have a feeling that in 20 years, service like that is going to be a thing of the past.