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[elucreh]

Considering how much I hate real-life Starbucks baristas (OMG it's Utah, okay, the concept of the noncaffienated drink shouldn't be THAT foreign, and yes, I'm serious about my three-times-repeated request for that particular flavouring), it's kind of hilarious how much I enjoy them in fic.

If one ever hit on me by writing their number on my coffee cup, I might go out with them just because I'm thinking of Jon Walker/Mike Rosenbaum/Jared Padalecki/John Sheppard/Draco Malfoy et al doing the exact same thing.

(It would probably be a mistake, I really do hate baristas. *G*)

ETA: In all fairness, really who I hate are the ones at my Starbucks, because they are hideously incompetent. It is not fair to blame all of them in the world. *G*

Comments

[what-the-jack.livejournal.com]

It might be an Ohio thing, but whenever I try to order a hamburger, they always ask, always, what kind of cheese I want on it.

Is it me? Am I the only person that differentiates between a hamburger and a cheeseburger?

[elucreh.livejournal.com]

Seriously?

That is, that is fucked up, is what that is. Cheeseburgers have cheese. Hamburgers have no cheese.

That is worse than my caramel steamed milk with coffee in it

[what-the-jack.livejournal.com]

In their defense, it is very easy to have a Starbucks concoction and, indeed, finish it, without realizing that they forgot to put the coffee in.

[elucreh.livejournal.com]

LOL.

I only wish that were true of my drink! (Coffee, in my opinion, is one of the nastiest tastes in the world.)

[flamingsword.livejournal.com]

Oh, no way. A caramel cafe au lait is so very not that weird. It's a bit European for middle class America, but it's a coffee house. You have to expect a bit of that.

[elucreh.livejournal.com]

When I've told them (several times) that I want milk, no coffee in it--no, really, no coffee--no, I swear I don't want coffee--and there is coffee in it, I feel I have the right to be cross. *G*

[flamingsword.livejournal.com]

Hey, I was a barista. It wasn't Starbucks, but I slung coffee at a coffee-and-tea-house in The Mall for almost a year. Dealing with a steady stream of undercaffeinated people who are all in the same rush to grab their next fix so that they feel like they can handle their lives and not be crabby and freaked the fuck out at how much faster the world moves? Yeah, no pressure.

Ever heard the song Stress? Yeah, those were the quarter of our customers that made our attitudes so brittle. I never left my number on anyone's drink, but I did once thank a customer for telling the woman in front of him to take deeper breaths. I couldn't say it and I was ridiculously grateful that someone else would notice how close she was getting to FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.

Customers who had odd orders would get snickered at, and you'd do it, too, if you worked there. But we liked you guys. You're usually polite and provide entertainment without the addition of having a ranting fit and yelling at us.

[elucreh.livejournal.com]

They can snicker all they like! I'm used to it! *G* I am an odd duck.

Perhaps it would be more accurate to say I am not a fan of the ones at my nearest place, because they NEVER get it right; I always have to go back at least twice, despite the fact that my order is the SAME. Every time. I am boring and reliable and weird enough to be memory catching and, in any case, have repeated myself at least twice already. There is a level of basic competence which is, in a word, failing.

[flamingsword.livejournal.com]

Here, have a cool thing. I like collecting odd bits of wisdom, and found these when looking up Godwin's Law.

[elucreh.livejournal.com]

Ooo, that's fun! ^_^

(Also, please note the ETA duly added above)

[thalialunacy.livejournal.com]

You have no idea how much this amused me.

[akazaam.livejournal.com]

ROFL!
Wouldn't it be nice to have reliable places with reliable employees that recognize you because you are a regular customer and often come around during their shift, and you could say "The regular" and they would say "Coming right up!" exactly the way you like it, because they pay attention to what you order and look forward to seeing you every once in a while. Just like in the movies.

*wistful thinking*

Instead, more often than not in RL, it ends up looking like Lucy in While You Were Sleeping at the hotdog stand; "The regular." "...what's that?" "I come here every day!! How do you not remember???...NO, ONLY mustard!!"