Yesterday morning on the way to work I bough a large cup of Starbuck’s dark coffee. That’s how I asked for it – “Give me a large cup of dark coffee.” You see, I like the taste of Starbucks coffee – but I REFUSE to hable that Starbuckian patter.
“Would I like a tall blonde to go with that coffee?” the girl at the counter asked me.
Wow – talk about customer service.
“No thanks,” I said. “I’m married.”
“I mean a coffee.”
“A coffee to go with a coffee? I don’t get it?”
“We’re having a promotion. You can get a free tall blonde with every cup of coffee you buy.”
“I repeat, I’m married.”
I finally figured out she was offering me an extra cup of coffee – which I took with me to work and handed off to one of my fellow employees.
I’m still wondering how a fellow as I am was expected to handle a tall blonde and a strong cup of coffee at the very same time…
yours in storytelling,
Steve Vernon
Once I was at a Starbucks and behind the counter was a stunning African girl. I pointed to my travel mug and said “Could you fill this with something dark?”
She looked at me haughtily and said: “Well, I’m dark.”
Marriage had atrophied my flirting muscle, so I spluttered and stammered and retreated. Maybe that girl really was offering you a tall blonde.
Ha. At my age I have no illusions. She might have tried to hook me up with a tall blonde’s grandmother – but that’s as far as it would get.
Phnark. I always get to the point where I want to pummell them into submission shouting, “just give me a blummin’ coffee dammit!”
Cheers
MTM
Lack of coffee will do that to a person…