Maybe I was mumbling... Here's what just transpired.
Next customer. What would you like?Grande soy mocha.
[The dude spends like a minute punching in receipts which have nothing to do with my order and my Starbucks experience. Thanks for wasting my time, ass.]
Grande soy latte.
Mo-cha.
[Punch, punch, punch...]
Iced grande soy mocha.
What?
Iced grande soy mocha.
What? No.
What's the drink, sir?
Grande soy mocha.
Notice how the conversation starts and ends with "Grande soy mocha" and a condescending look of disdain that only an INTJ can deliver chilled. Thanks, asshole. Thanks for causing me all this undo stress and being a complete idiot. [Insert unnecessary comment affirming why you work at Starbucks.]
Posted by Mark Canlas at June 1, 2005 05:04 PM