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Jan 5th, 2008, 09:14 PM
Starbuck's sucks
I went in tonight for a turtle frappe... it's basically a mocha frappe but with caramel. I'm not too much of a coffee person, so a friend introduced me to those and I fell in love - and since the grocery store coffee shop (that sells awesome frappes) was closed, I decided to stop on my way home from Lackluster Video.
I pick up a grapefruit IZZE (I much prefer Fizzy Lizzy, but I guess it's the most natural carbonated glass-bottled soda they figured would compare) and tell the guy at the counter I want a turtle frappe.
He starts to laugh and feigns confusion and astonishment at something (who the hell knows what), stumbling over "um's..." and I just glare at him and shake my head in an effort to prompt him to spit out what the hell's wrong. Am I not doing it right? Is one who approaches the counter an alien entity if they fail to sidle in from the right instead of left? He asks the coffee preparer if she's ever heard of a turtle frappe.
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She's looking at me and asking: "I think...no, wait, does it have caramel? I don't think we have a turtle frappe.... I don't know if it has vanilla in it. Does it have this, that, this? We don't get many orders for those. We almost never make them. Noone really asks for them. What should I make you?"
What I fuckin' ordered. What the fuck do I know what goes in it exactly? YOU make the coffee.
While the giggly gay cashier announces he's going to ask the shadowy figure from the back office what it is, I tell the maker to nevermind. She asks me what she should make me. A turtle frappe? How about a mocha frappe and she'll add some extra vanilla? In other words, they're either too damn lazy to complete an order or they honestly have no fucking clue how or what to make that's on their menu.
I remember working crappy snack, novelty beverage, and fast-food jobs and wanting to tell customers they couldn't have something cuz it was too much effort to make. I probably should've asked for the manager, or still, could call tomorrow and rip someone a new asshole. But then I remembered why I never go to Starbuck's unless a friend drags me in there.
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