SCs plague me even when I'm not at work. There is no escape.
A gem I witnessed at a local espresso cafe:
SC: This macchiato is horrible!!
Worker: I'm sorry ma'am, I'll be glad to remake it for you.
SC: I mean, what did you even do?
Worker: Explains how a macchiato is made from espresso and milk.
SC: That is NOT a macchiato. A macchiato has vanilla and caramel in it. I want it like they make it at Starbucks! This is the worste coffee drink I've ever had!
Worker: A traditional macchiato is espresso and foamed milk. Also we are not Starbucks.
SC: I want you manager.
Worker: Right here. How may I help you?
Me:
Now every time someone orders a macchiato there, they ask the customer to specify whether they want a real macchiato or a Starbucks macchiato.
And from my local Starbucks (which I'm addicted to) after a 10 hour shift:
I'm giving the girl behind the counter my order. I order a "medium" size drink.
SC: "Uh, miss, its referred to as grande here. Not medium. Grande."
Me: "Thank you, busybody cow behind me in line."
SC looks at me like I've just punched a baby in the face and her friend makes a gaspyish gagging sound.
I felt kind of bad about being that much of a bitch. UNTIL 3 or so mins goes by and this happens. Same lady.
I've been waiting for my drink at an empty table. Busybody has been waiting at the counter, staring at the workers and shooting me dirty looks every 5 secs. I ignore her and indulge in an engrossing game of cell phone tetris to pass time.
My drink comes up. The Starbucks worker calls out what kind of a drink it is, instead of my name.
SC's friend: (to SC) "Is that your drink?"
SC: "I don't think so but it looks good. I'll take it."
She grabs a straw and starts sucking down my drink.
Me: "Um. I think that was my drink."
SC: **pulls the straw out of her mouth and looks confused**
Me: "See, thats my name there on the side of the cup."
SC: "Well they didn't call your name. They should have called your name."
Me: "Is that what you ordered also?"
SC: **looks at the drink as if she expects it to give her a verbal denial so she won't have to think too hard**
Me: "Did you order that too?"
I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt at this point, partly because I was mean to her and partly because she may have made an honest mistake.
SC: "No, I ordered an iced green tea."
Me: ...
SC: ....
Me: "Then why the hell would you put this drink in your mouth?"
SC: "It looked good."
SCs friend: (to me) "You know you're very rude."
...
They had to remake my drink. Which for the record, could in no way be mistaken for an iced green tea. What the hell?
A gem I witnessed at a local espresso cafe:
SC: This macchiato is horrible!!
Worker: I'm sorry ma'am, I'll be glad to remake it for you.
SC: I mean, what did you even do?
Worker: Explains how a macchiato is made from espresso and milk.
SC: That is NOT a macchiato. A macchiato has vanilla and caramel in it. I want it like they make it at Starbucks! This is the worste coffee drink I've ever had!
Worker: A traditional macchiato is espresso and foamed milk. Also we are not Starbucks.
SC: I want you manager.
Worker: Right here. How may I help you?
Me:

Now every time someone orders a macchiato there, they ask the customer to specify whether they want a real macchiato or a Starbucks macchiato.
And from my local Starbucks (which I'm addicted to) after a 10 hour shift:
I'm giving the girl behind the counter my order. I order a "medium" size drink.
SC: "Uh, miss, its referred to as grande here. Not medium. Grande."
Me: "Thank you, busybody cow behind me in line."
SC looks at me like I've just punched a baby in the face and her friend makes a gaspyish gagging sound.
I felt kind of bad about being that much of a bitch. UNTIL 3 or so mins goes by and this happens. Same lady.
I've been waiting for my drink at an empty table. Busybody has been waiting at the counter, staring at the workers and shooting me dirty looks every 5 secs. I ignore her and indulge in an engrossing game of cell phone tetris to pass time.
My drink comes up. The Starbucks worker calls out what kind of a drink it is, instead of my name.
SC's friend: (to SC) "Is that your drink?"
SC: "I don't think so but it looks good. I'll take it."
She grabs a straw and starts sucking down my drink.
Me: "Um. I think that was my drink."
SC: **pulls the straw out of her mouth and looks confused**
Me: "See, thats my name there on the side of the cup."
SC: "Well they didn't call your name. They should have called your name."
Me: "Is that what you ordered also?"
SC: **looks at the drink as if she expects it to give her a verbal denial so she won't have to think too hard**
Me: "Did you order that too?"
I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt at this point, partly because I was mean to her and partly because she may have made an honest mistake.
SC: "No, I ordered an iced green tea."
Me: ...
SC: ....
Me: "Then why the hell would you put this drink in your mouth?"
SC: "It looked good."
SCs friend: (to me) "You know you're very rude."
...
They had to remake my drink. Which for the record, could in no way be mistaken for an iced green tea. What the hell?
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