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Bad Coffee, Bad Feelings

My views about Starbucks have been vacillating quite a bit lately. Some days I'm sure I can't take it anymore, some days I think it's not so bad. But some serious shit just went down, and I think the harm might be irreparable. The Starbucks workers and I just had words. I promise, they started it. See, the last time I got coffee, they made it with way too much milk. So much milk that my coffee was basically white. This didn't do it for me. I am one of the few people left in this world for whom coffee is a necessary source of caffeine, not some sort of fun "hmm, what flavor will I choose today?" hobby. I just want my coffee, and I want actual coffee to be the main ingredient (although sometimes flavors are ok, depending on the occasion). Anyway, today I ordered coffee with skim milk, but added at the end of my order "and with a little less milk than you usually put in, please." I didn't think this was really a big deal, and it certainly wasn't the equivalent of pulling a Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally. Boy was I wrong. The words had barely left my lips when the girl said curtly, "um, what do you mean?" I tried to explain myself, but it wasn't getting through. She asked, "Do you mean you want less coffee?" I explained that no, "less milk" means, oddly enough, less milk (I wasn't rude though, just firm in my insistence on less milk). By this time, another worker had come over. I think there is some sort of Starbucks mind control technique whereby employees must intervene if a customer says anything other than the words printed on the board behind the counter. So this new employee said, "Do you want us not to fill up the cup?" "No, I just want the coffee to milk ratio to involve more coffee." "You'll have to buy another shot then." "Fine." So I ended up paying more for a cup of coffee, simply because I wanted coffee and not milk. That's how those evil bastards get you.

posted by Bekah at 3:42 PM :: |