This morning I decide to stop by a Starbucks on the way to school. I placed my order (grande drip, room for cream, and a pastry), and while I’m waiting for the pastry, a young lady walks in and somewhat hurriedly places her order. The clerk hands me my order and I walk over to one of the tables in the corner to set my stuff down, then over to the table across from the barrista to put cream in my coffee. As I heading back to my table, the lady (who went out to her car for something) comes in and stops me and says, “Excuse me. That’s mine.” I reply, “What?” She says, “That’s mine!” and grabs the cup from my hand. As she pulls it away, she squeezes the cup, pops the lid and sends coffee all over the place. Since the spray of coffee didn’t have any froth or foam, or whatever it was she ordered, she figured that it wasn’t her order. So, without saying a word, she headed over to the barista, picks up what she really ordered and heads straight out the door.
I stood there, coffee splattered on the floor and on my right arm, a bit startled that someone would do something like that. The clerk handed me a wad of paper towels and a new cup of coffee — grande drip, room for cream. He apologized, but I told him that it wasn’t his fault, it was her’s
I don’t recall hearing her apologize. But I was able to laugh at the incident at her expense. Best laugh I had all week. I also had something to blog about. Somehow I don’t think she’ll be doing that again anytime soon. One of the other customers said, “Maybe she wanted to meet you.” I replied, “I’m not sure I want to get to know someone like that.”
