From the Padd E. Boy Blog
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
There Will Be No More Questions - One Small Rebellion, In My Own Fashion
Just this morning I walked into Starbucks for some tea, and the spiffy, short spikey-haired alternative guy started aksing me a million questions, like they always do at Starbucks, trying to prove some point about super duper really good service: Would you like a sleeve? Would you like honey with that? Room for cream? Do you want this? Do you want that? in that annoying happy little overly caffeinated Starbucks voice.
And so I, like the cool tea-drinking tough guy I am, blurted out - "OK, no more questions, just give me the tea." This clearly shook the young coffee maker, as well as the other customers in line. People go to Starbucks for that very reason, to express identity in their special unique combination of cup sizes and coffees and flavors and foams and milks, to show the world who they really are. No one 'just wants a damn drink." The Starbucks order of things had been altered. I had dared to disturb the corporate American cofffee house chain universe. I rebelled in my own fashion against the very standard and protocol of all that is Starbucks: fifty five million ways to server fifity million different goddamn drinks. Just gimme the fucking beverage, would ya??!!
The guy got flustered, looked for a way to save face, did his best to hold back giving me some me lip, which I am sure he wanted (and had a right) to do. Instead, he joked a little, "would you like water with that?" "Yeah, I said, preferably hot." Then, he had forgotten which kind of tea, so I nicely reminded him, feeling a little sorry for him. I've never been a very good tough guy. And, I don't think tough guys drink tea.
- posted by Patrick @ 11:31 AM
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