Disclaimer: This post is intended to share emotions of slight disappointment, laughter and a side of sarcasm. This post is my own written opinion and I was not paid or provoked to write any of what you will soon read. I do not discriminate or share any feelings of hatred toward the company known as Starbucks. I will probably still, occasionally grab a cup of Jo from Starbucks from time to time.
Bah! Humbug! I tell youuuu! I’m kidding. Sort of, not really. I’m almost 5 months pregnant with my second child, had an emotionally rough day and well…I made my way into the nearest Starbucks to purchase a cup of coffee to enjoy while I used their Wi-Fi to get some work done before heading back to relieve my parents of grandparent duties to my two-year old. Super health freak moms, please spare me your two cents on why I should not drink caffeine because it can and will kill my growing baby (sarcasm). Doc said I’d be fine drinking one cup of coffee a day, and I barely do what he tells me to do! Oh, how I can feel the eyeballs rolling into the back of your stress-ridden heads as I continue typing away — *Pats you on the back* It’s okay momma…I promise you that I am a caring and nurturing mother, and an even more decent human being.
Back to my juicy tale of the day! I was greeted by a neutral-faced young woman who looked like she may or may not have already endured at least a five-hour work shift. Apologies if you had actually just gotten to work and were feeling quite fresh and energetic. I don’t take long to look over a menu, especially when Starbucks now has what…I think four menus hanging up high behind the bar and the baristas — Clear enough for us customers to read. But really, how many drink options do I have to look through? There’s at least 20+ on those boards and I kind of already felt rushed to like…KNOW my order…like right then and there even though there was no line behind me, nor was there one in front of me. It was friggin’ slow and there were tons of outlets and tables and chairs to pick and choose where I would plop down for the next thirty minutes or so. There were also several employees who were able to hold a normal chit chat with each other whilst mixing our beverages, handling the drive thru window…Catch my drift? Don’t freakin’ ask me, “Are you ready to order?” even if it’s in the nicest tone you’ve got…Breathe…Give me literally less than a minute to look you in the eye (count 15 seconds silently in your head…You will be surprised at how much time that actually is), ask you how YOU’RE doing and then hand you over my cash to pay for my drink. What ever happened to just regular GOOD customer service? I gave you about 5 seconds to ask me, “Hey, how’s it going? How’s your day? Oh, yea? What drink are you feeling for?” Yanno, small talk. Instead, I asked you…”How are you? *smiles* I’ll take a small pumpkin spiced latte. Thank you.” I even saw you walk away after punching in my order to let my card process…and then I shyly walked away because I awkwardly didn’t know what to expect next…Should I go sit down? Should I wait for a receipt? Should I ask for a receipt? Bah…Half way to my seat, you said so without noticing how my experience could possibly be botched a teeny weeny bit, “Have a great night!”. You want to talk about eyeballs rolling? I just closed my eyelids longer than I normally do when I blink and sat down anyway.
Not too long after sitting down, my Pumpkin Spiced Latte was ready. That’s one thing I don’t mind becoming available to me faster than expected. Thanks, barista! The cup felt hot so I threw a sleeve on that thing and walked back to my table where my laptop was already open, ready for me to start working. I sipped my seasonal beverage very slowly because I usually burn the tip of my tongue sipping too fast. I was surprised this go-round because it wasn’t super hot and it wasn’t luke warm…It was…in the middle? Kind of like when you go take a shower, AFTER you’ve washed a load of laundry and a load of dishes with really hot water…And then you’re ready to take a really hot shower too except, your water heater is set to limit how much really hot water is available to use, before the tank fills back up again (with that really hot water)…So instead you’re taking a shower with oddly warm temp water that just doesn’t hit the spot for you. Yea, you’re clean-ER than you were before, but the satisfaction of knowing really hot water kills germs (or whatever your belief is) AND the relaxation it provides is completely demolished. You’re simply. not. satisfied. Oh, and don’t give me that, “Well yanno, kids in third-world countries (people love to reference Africa or Southeast Asian countries a lot in these instances) DON’T even have the luxuries of clean-any-temperature-water to wash with at any moment…” Again, I ask you to spare me because my parents (first generation Cambodians) went through hell and high waters for me to bask in all of these instant-American-luxuries that we don’t have to work too hard for. It would be shitting on their struggles and hard work to try to put myself through what they went through. Like my husband has said…”The only way I’m jumping out of a perfectly good plane is if my life depends on it (referencing sky-diving for fun).
All of that ^^ to say….My coffee simply was not appropriately hot. I didn’t take more than 10 seconds to walk over and fetch it, so it’s not like it was sitting there forever before I got to taste it. You know what first thoughts jumped into my head as soon as I took my first sip? Why does this taste like extra-watered down coffee that came from an instant coffee maker that you can buy from Wal-Mart for $15 bucks? I’ve made fresh espresso from freshly ground coffee beans, maneuvered through a $10,000 commercial espresso machine before! It never tasted watered down like that. What the eff, you guys?? Watered down, pumpkin spiced latte NO-NO! And then, the flavor of pumpkin spice was barely there. I had to add some sugar to my drink in order to bring out those flavor bombs to their full potential. Now, I like to open up the top to my drink, have the whipped cream first, put the lid back on and enjoy the rest of my latte this way. It’s just how I enjoy it. But I couldn’t enjoy my whipped cream ritual because I had to stir it all in with the sugar that would then make my latte more drinkable. *Sigh…I noticed the smallest size cup got…bigger? I don’t want MORE coffee, I just want the RIGHT cup of coffee that I ordered to taste fantastic. I looked at my festive Starbucks cup and the invisible Ju-Ju that oozed from it was looking me straight in the eye saying, “Uhm…like..WHAT?? You got a problem? I’ve had a rough day TOO yanno? Get over it…I’m just a cup of coffee. Drink me without complaining, damnit.” << That Ju-Ju is supposed to reference the attitude and ora of the barista who put my drink together. This kind of shit matters. You poured your emotions into my spiritual cup (that I dumped out, due to my emotional roller coaster ride I put myself through all day) that actually needed to be filled with cleansliness and more airy Ju-Ju…Thanks.
And you know what? I can say all of this with confidence because Starbucks, your Pumpkin Spiced Latte amongst many other hot and cold beverages used to be filled with so much flavor, that I would come in at least several times a week to get some of that delicious coffee.
My lesson in all of this? Don’t go back to places, people or situations that have disappointed you in the past (as your FIRST option). Setting yourself up to get upset is really insensitive to your spirit and to those around you that could feel your wrath. My cup of Pumpkin Spiced Latte that I purchased almost six hours ago is half full and I am contemplating when and if I should bite the bullet and drink it anyway.
I’ll let you know how it all goes in my next post?