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I like the coffee at Starbucks. I just don’t like the ordering part.
Ya see, when you order take-outs, they’ll ask for your name, to write it down on the coffee cup, so your order doesn’t get mixed up with someone else’s. Fair game.
But then comes the lousy bit: when the coffee is ready, the ever-perky staff will announce your name – Out Loud – with you standing right under her nose at the pick-up counter. Oh joy. Here’s a loud-hailer, sweetheart, knock yourself out.
I swear, on my next visit, I’m gonna give ’em a fake name.
“Caramel Macchiato for Wonder Woman …” Nice ring to it, don’t you think? Heh.