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| - Honest to God, I don't know why I keep going back to this Starbucks.
Yes, I do. Because it has a drive-thru. Because it's the only freakin' Starbucks in the northeast with a damn drive-thru.
Second Cup has had one for years but can I ever get over my addiction to Starbucks and go somewhere else in the morning? Oh nooooooo.
Instead I'll suffer the pain of excessive cheeriness and bumbling boobs behind the counter.
Today? I pull into drive-thru. They have it closed down. The sign is halfway down the lane instead of right at the entrance. So you have to throw 'er into reverse and back out.
And you know how people in Calgary are behind the wheel. God help you if there's someone behind you.
I go inside. I say to the barista 'it would probably be a better idea if you put the closed sign at the end of the lane instead of halfway down.'
She sighs 'oh my God, we're so busy, I just don't even have any time to think.'
Sure, these 10 people waiting for their coffee must be really rough on you. I mean, what if you had a real problem in your life, like figuring out how much change to give them?
She also decides it's a good idea to tell me 'this is the absolute worst day of my life.'
Now, I work at Shaw. We just had 500 layoffs (I survived). But I'm not going to lie. It's been a pretty shitty week at the office. Some friends no longer have a job and that sucks.
Does she have a job? Yes. Does she have a roof over her head? Let's assume so. Is she able to afford a kicky hair cut with frosted tips? Without question.
Has she been swept away in a tsunami or lost everything lately? Hmmm ... probably not.
What's her problem? All the computers in drive-thru crashed.
Dear God, the horror.
So then, as she's struggling into her jacket, she announces 'I am seriously going to rip a customer's head off today.'
Helloooooooooo, Second Cup. How you doin'?
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