While awaiting to order my Venti Earl Grey tea this afternoon, I noticed a woman at the service counter who was getting agitated. She was standing with a friend who looked most uncomfortable to be in her presence, maybe it was because the rather largesque woman was having a low-blood sugar fit or maybe it was the inappropriate tight outfit she was wearing, I’ll never know. But this is what I’ve overheard:

Barista (loudly): Grande Double Moccaccino Whip (or something like that)
Large-Agitated-Form-Fitted-Clothed-Woman (also loudly):Huh! That was supposed to be a VENTI!
Barista: Oh, I’m very sorry, I will change this right away
Large-Agitated-Form-Fitted-Clothed-Woman: Huh! No, I’ve already waited 10 minutes for this, now I’m late for work!!! Thanks a lot!
Barista: Again, I’m very sorry about that.

When it was time to order, I told the cashier, who had also caught the mini-tiff by the large-agitated-form-fitted-clothed-woman, that it was no surprise he got the drink wrong as I swore I heard her order a “Venti triple fat double crisco with a shot of shortening infused with lard”.

Once again, I got my tea for free.

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