An Ode to Seattle

I don’t frequent Starbucks much anymore, for various reasons, but namely to save money and save myself from mediocre coffee. But, I have gone to the 5 mile Starbucks a few times, and every time it has been the same worker, and we have had the exact same conversation x three. It goes like this:

Him:  ”Hey! How’s it going today!”
Me:     “Fine, thanks.”
Him:   “What’s Cupcake Royale (noticing a sticker on our car)?”
Me:      ”Oh, it’s a cupcake place in Seattle.”
Him:   “Oh cool, are you from Seattle?”
me:       “Yeah, we lived in West Seattle.”
Him:    ”Oh, I’m from Seattle too.  That’s downtown, right?”
Me:       “Uh,not really. Where are you from?”
Him:     “Oh, cool.  I’m from Shoreline.”

Let’s begin at the beginning. It all started out bad (besides being able to sleep in till 815, I know). I steamed my milk like every day, pushed my espresso button, only to hear the sound of grinding air. Ugh! I don’t ask for much in life. I don’t buy expensive clothes or color my hair, but I need a latte, daily.  Soon after, I found myself cursing and cranky.  After sending my husband this nasty text,

“I’m mad at you x2 for not getting coffee beans, now there is a snow storm and I have no coffee!  You need to keep me happy or I will go crazy!”

In MY defense, I am not a lunatic, and he did forget to buy coffee beans while on his totally awesome bachelor trip to Seattle.  So I did what any normal person would do.  I structured my entire day around getting a latte and finding some damn coffee beans.  Naturally my first attempt was thwarted, as Rocket Bakery was out of espresso beans. OUT OF ESPRESSO BEANS!  Who is out of espresso?!  Don’t you know it is Monday, and I’m tired and cranky after working the weekend!  So I was forced, really, against my will, to go to Starbucks.  Forced.

When Andy got home last night and I had sufficiently told him about how cranky, and might I say LAME, I was today, he recounted his day.  He says, “Well first I stopped by the 5 mile Starbucks to get a coffee, and had the most annoying barista…”

Stop right there, I say, I know exactly who you’re talking about.

Tagged as: Ridiculous Behavior, Starbucks