This afternoon, I got to Westminster 45 minutes before my class was due to start, so I decided to treat myself to a Starbucks beverage. There was a VERY long line (okay, 6 people ahead of me, but it felt like it deserved a VERY!) The woman who took my order and my money was super cheerful. As I moved down to the other end of the counter, I overhead the following...
The barista was busy multi-tasking: making several drinks, as well as talking to her friend (a non-Starbucks employee) who was all but laying on the counter.
"I really hate my job," she says with a groan, at an almost deafening volume, in case the people at PetSmart next door weren't clear on her affinity to her employment.
"How come?" says her friend languidly.
"There are just too many reasons to list. I would never get to leave if I started. Tall white mocha extra whip!" She slams someone's drink down on the counter, spilling some out of the little sippy hole.
"Well, what's the top reason you hate it?" inquires the friend.
"Grande non-fat iced chai!" (That's me.) I walk up to the counter as she shoves my drink to me, turns to her friend, and says, "I REALLY hate the summer. These people order the same drinks, and I make the same thing again and again, and it's SO boring." The barista pointedly glares at my unoriginal beverage to make her thoughts exceptionally clear.
Apparently, I am one of these people.
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