Being new, I should start off by mentioning that I work at a Starbucks...drive-thru. *grin*
This effectively (or not effectively? you decide) combines the atrocities of fast food with the psychotic atmosphere of coffee-vending...why they thought this was a good idea, I will never know.
There's something about high-priced coffee that attracts really eccentric (read: SCHIZOPHRENIC) or self-righteous people...and then, there's something about being in the safety of a car that gives people more courage to abuse you in some way. (There's also something about being in a car that makes people virtually asleep.)
I've been there for a little over 3 years, nearly pulling my hair out. Most of my job entails being psychic to some degree (of course) and saying yes to pretty much anything, even amid tirades of verbal abuse, with a sugary smile. Most people assume we *have* to be this way, or we'll be out of a job. My coworkers and I spend most of the day finding loopholes around this. It passes the time.
I digress. (First post and all.)
We met some really special people today.
I was interrupted at the bar by someone leaning on their horn several times outside the window.
I turn around with a cry of "whaaat??!!" only to catch the tail-end of a middle aged man's enraged bellowing into the window as it closes. He's got a snickering woman in the passenger seat.
My coworker, R, is standing near the window making drive-thru drinks. He looks
mildly at the man, turns back around, and resumes working. I do the same. This is a normal reaction from us if you try to get our attention that way. We have dignity.
The girl on register, J, comes over to the window after a few prolonged minutes. The man is making all kinds of "AAAUGGHHAABBARRRRGHAA" noises and shaking his fist. I overhear some yelling on her part. J gets the manager and comes back, furious. This, according to her, was the conversation:
SW: conniving woman
SM: pompous man
J: welcome to starbucks, what can I get for you?
SM: "we want a short coffee with blah blah and also a venti coffee with blah blah."
J: *repeats the order verbatim* is that correct?
SM: yes.
They drive to the window, pay for their drinks, and recieve them. All is well. After a few minutes of just sitting there...
SW: HEY! HELLO??
J: yes?
SW: are you stupid? I only wanted one drink.
J: what?
SW: You're trying to rip me off.
J: Ma'am, you specifically ordrered *this* and *this*, I confirmed your order, and you agreed. You ordered two separate drinks, I did not imagine the other one.
SW: *snickering* what are you talking about? I know what I ordered. I wanted one thing.
SW continues to argue, still laughing to herself. This enrages J and she turns and walks away. This is where the honking starts.
J comes back with the manager, gives them a refund for the *imaginary* drink, and hands them a reciept to sign. (standard procedure, usually a pain in the ass.)
SM recieves the pen and promptly drops it in his car. He looks blankly at her. SW continues to laugh.
SM: Well? *expectantly*
J: *exasperated* Sir, you dropped it. Inside your car. I'm not going to get it for you.
He somehow finds it and manages to finish the transaction. J takes the drink back and makes a point of pouring it out on the ground next to their car, and goes away to walk it off. I've never seen her more furious.
I wish I could have witnessed more of the conversation...although I'm convinced they were messing with J out of pure malice. Most people are just not paying attention and then want to blame us for it, it's expected, but these people were in their 40s and acting like 16 year olds.
*sigh*
I look forward to tomorrow...
This effectively (or not effectively? you decide) combines the atrocities of fast food with the psychotic atmosphere of coffee-vending...why they thought this was a good idea, I will never know.
There's something about high-priced coffee that attracts really eccentric (read: SCHIZOPHRENIC) or self-righteous people...and then, there's something about being in the safety of a car that gives people more courage to abuse you in some way. (There's also something about being in a car that makes people virtually asleep.)
I've been there for a little over 3 years, nearly pulling my hair out. Most of my job entails being psychic to some degree (of course) and saying yes to pretty much anything, even amid tirades of verbal abuse, with a sugary smile. Most people assume we *have* to be this way, or we'll be out of a job. My coworkers and I spend most of the day finding loopholes around this. It passes the time.
I digress. (First post and all.)
We met some really special people today.
I was interrupted at the bar by someone leaning on their horn several times outside the window.
I turn around with a cry of "whaaat??!!" only to catch the tail-end of a middle aged man's enraged bellowing into the window as it closes. He's got a snickering woman in the passenger seat.
My coworker, R, is standing near the window making drive-thru drinks. He looks
mildly at the man, turns back around, and resumes working. I do the same. This is a normal reaction from us if you try to get our attention that way. We have dignity.
The girl on register, J, comes over to the window after a few prolonged minutes. The man is making all kinds of "AAAUGGHHAABBARRRRGHAA" noises and shaking his fist. I overhear some yelling on her part. J gets the manager and comes back, furious. This, according to her, was the conversation:
SW: conniving woman
SM: pompous man
J: welcome to starbucks, what can I get for you?
SM: "we want a short coffee with blah blah and also a venti coffee with blah blah."
J: *repeats the order verbatim* is that correct?
SM: yes.
They drive to the window, pay for their drinks, and recieve them. All is well. After a few minutes of just sitting there...
SW: HEY! HELLO??
J: yes?
SW: are you stupid? I only wanted one drink.
J: what?
SW: You're trying to rip me off.
J: Ma'am, you specifically ordrered *this* and *this*, I confirmed your order, and you agreed. You ordered two separate drinks, I did not imagine the other one.
SW: *snickering* what are you talking about? I know what I ordered. I wanted one thing.
SW continues to argue, still laughing to herself. This enrages J and she turns and walks away. This is where the honking starts.
J comes back with the manager, gives them a refund for the *imaginary* drink, and hands them a reciept to sign. (standard procedure, usually a pain in the ass.)
SM recieves the pen and promptly drops it in his car. He looks blankly at her. SW continues to laugh.
SM: Well? *expectantly*
J: *exasperated* Sir, you dropped it. Inside your car. I'm not going to get it for you.
He somehow finds it and manages to finish the transaction. J takes the drink back and makes a point of pouring it out on the ground next to their car, and goes away to walk it off. I've never seen her more furious.
I wish I could have witnessed more of the conversation...although I'm convinced they were messing with J out of pure malice. Most people are just not paying attention and then want to blame us for it, it's expected, but these people were in their 40s and acting like 16 year olds.
*sigh*
I look forward to tomorrow...
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