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| - Why on earth would I review a Starbucks, right? I mean, lets face it, Starbucks experiences are fairly run of the mill. Anyone who hasn't had a beverage from Starbucks has probably just crawled out of their bomb shelter because their 30 year supply of freeze dried astronaut food has run out. Once they get over the shock that the 'big one' never hit and there is no longer a USSR they will quickly have their first Starbucks experience. But I digress. I have one reason to leave this review: the girl that ran drive thru that one time I went knocked my M F'ing socks off.
I don't often do Starbucks, however I am a sucker for one thing: you put the word salted in front of caramel and I am there. Starbucks did just that so there I was, looking for a salted caramel mocha fix before class. No time, so I chose drive thru where I was greeted by the most chipper voice I have ever encountered. Now one might think 'well yeah, if I was surrounded by untold amounts of caffeine I too would be perky at work.' But no my friends, this was a whole new level of happy, whoville had nothing on her, the Grinch would have had no shot stealing cheer from this drive thru, his heart would have exploded. Her sunny disposition would not have simply defeated the Grinch, it would have made him dead.
She commended my salted caramel choice, I felt proud. She suggested a venti, which is far too much caffeine for me but I could not resist. She said I deserved it, and I believed her. She was excited to swipe my credit card, complimented my hair, and handed me my beverage.
I didn't even need that coffee, her personality was infectious, I was ready to Carpe Diem!! or Yolo for the younger crowd.
Then someone stole my parking spot at school and that was over, but I still had the coffee and it was good.
Either way, that girl, whose name I don't know, that one time I went to this Starbucks knocked my socks off, and for that I thank her.
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