Up Yours *$

Uh oh, another kenny-rant. . . . Man, Starbucks pissed me off this morning. I was running early and thought I’d stop in at *$ to pick up one of those “buckets of joe” aka, their Coffee Traveler, for my team at work. The one closest to the office was out of the cardboard box things. The guys there are nice and said- we’ll call the other place around the corner and tell them you’re coming- and I said- that’s fine if you can’t (they were really busy) because I’m early and can wait.

So I truck it down to the one on the next block. Of course there’s a huge line, and I wait. I get up to the front, tell the chickie pie that kenny pie wants a bucket o’ joe. Her eyes get big and she says, I’ll be right back. She walks to the back, gets a manager, points at me and mouths “he wants a traveler” (they’re too far away for me to hear at this point. Oh, and they also have the heater set to 103F so the “barista boy” is sweating more than I do on my afternoon bus when I’m surrounded by cuties. The manager yells over and it’s 103F, 10 blenders going, shitty music playing and 300 people jabbering- “sir, you want a travxxxx”? (I still can’t hear her). I cup my hand to my ear and say “traveler? yeah, I want one”. (they both stay by the back door) “Sir, it’ll be about thirrxxxx” (I still can’t hear because they both refuse to walk over) I ask “what?” and cup my hand to my ear again. “Sir, it’ll be about thirty minutes.”

30 Minutes? Good lord. I said, nevermind, thank you, I’ll call next time. The manager yelled over something, but I still couldn’t hear. She still wouldn’t walk over (nor would the original cashier) so I left. Had I just walked to effing Peet’s like I wanted to, I would’ve had coffee for the team. OR I should’ve just made an espresso for myself this morning since I was up early. Uggh.

Moral of the story, I’m either an old deaf man, or a 15 year old girl, depending on what I’m blogging about, Veronica Mars or how loud Starbucks is.