I have decided that there are no pickier Starbucks patrons, than people who work or have worked at Starbucks. Three examples of this theory are demonstrated below.
1. A girl came to the counter the other day and ordered a “Pumpkin Spice Latte”. I told her that the drink was seasonal, and she retorted by asking if there was anyway I could make it anyway and charge her for something else. I replied that the problem wasn’t our computer system, but that I had to supplies to make her drink. She then sighed and asked for a “Triple tall, 2 pump, non-fat, extra hot, no whip, cinnimon dolce latte.” I wanted to punch her for talking so much.
(I’m not much better though, in the following two examples, I ordered my custom drink, a “Double tall, 4 pump, easy water, chai tea latte.” This is what happened.)
2. The first time (as I watched my drink being extremely poorly made by some high school aged employee) I heard them say, “this is going to be gross”. I piped up by saying “It’s actually good.” Shut up Katie.
3. The second time, I had to mark the cup myself, because the employee was semi-incompatent, and afterwards they asked if I was sure if that was what I wanted, and told me that usually they don’t add espresso to a Chai Latte. Which I know. So I told him. And felt like and ass.
I need to quit, so I can stop being such a jerk to my fellow Starbuckers. I feel like I’m betraying them.
