I usually try to do the right thing. Really.
I never litter, I wait my turn in lines, and I pay my taxes. It just kills me when I try to follow instructions and still get it wrong.
Like lately—at Starbucks.
Okay, I know some folks have political or environmental objections to Starbucks, but face it, they’re on every other corner and (more importantly) they’re in Barnes & Noble.
Anyway, the other day I went to the Starbucks in town and ordered a frothy latte, and what did they say? “Uh, next time just tell us you want an extra wet cappuccino.” To which I replied, thanks, no problem.
I may be an old dog, but I can learn new tricks.
So the other night I went to Barnes & Noble for my Words For The Journey meeting, and before the meeting started, I scurried over to Starbucks for my tall, extra wet cappuccino. You’ll never guess what the barista said to me: “What you really want ma’am, is a frothy latte.”
For the love of all the bahia beans in Brazil—what’s a girl to do?
I never litter, I wait my turn in lines, and I pay my taxes. It just kills me when I try to follow instructions and still get it wrong.
Like lately—at Starbucks.
Okay, I know some folks have political or environmental objections to Starbucks, but face it, they’re on every other corner and (more importantly) they’re in Barnes & Noble.
Anyway, the other day I went to the Starbucks in town and ordered a frothy latte, and what did they say? “Uh, next time just tell us you want an extra wet cappuccino.” To which I replied, thanks, no problem.
I may be an old dog, but I can learn new tricks.
So the other night I went to Barnes & Noble for my Words For The Journey meeting, and before the meeting started, I scurried over to Starbucks for my tall, extra wet cappuccino. You’ll never guess what the barista said to me: “What you really want ma’am, is a frothy latte.”
For the love of all the bahia beans in Brazil—what’s a girl to do?
