There aren’t many mornings that I visit Starbucks. Usually I swing by if there isn’t a line, I haven’t had breakfast and my wallet has a gift card in it. It’s rare that all three happen to occur on the same morning.
Today was one of those rare mornings.
I ordered a tall mocha and an old fashioned donut.
As I stood in line watching everyone after me get their drink orders and walking away I pondered what makes a donut old fashioned. Is it the fact that they wear spats and a top hat when they go out at night? Or maybe they are strong believers in same donut unions. I wonder what they’d say if they could talk. Maybe they would tell of days past where women didn’t work outside of the home and when a coffee and a donut didn’t cost $4.75.
I then realized I had eaten nearly half of my donut and was still standing there. I asked the Barista (also known as a coffee pourer since they don’t actually have to do much to make the drinks anymore) if she had a tall mocha coming up. She looked at me like I hadn’t been standing there for two mins. and said “yes we have several drinks coming out” So I took that as my cue to stand and stare at what she was doing and wait patiently.
Another gal standing next to me spoke up that she was also waiting on a mocha while a third person behind her came up to the counter grabbed his vente latte and walked away. Is this drink discrimination or what? I just want my overpriced chocolate milk with a caffeine kick so I can go to my desk in peace!
Finally, three mochas in a row came out and we all took our drinks and walked away.
The story has a happy ending though. I sped through my day with record efficiency. I typed my memos in half the time it would normally take me. I sorted all the pencils and pens in the copy room by color and size, I made new files for all the properties we have coming up this month and even sent an email to Germany regarding our newest presentation.
Now I have a twitch in my left eye, is that bad?