So I should mention something about my free cup of Starbucks coffee on Thursday.. I have really only been in Starbucks a few times. The coffee I had from there always has a burnt taste to me but it’s free today so what the heck. We usually go to Starbucks when the wife wants a book since the Starbucks around here is in a big bookstore.
This place Starbucks can really be intimidating to someone like me, a regular coffee drinker. Oh well the coffee is free today and I’m already stoked up from the pot of Folgers from this morning. I get in line, check my watch, yep still time for some free coffee. As long as this line keeps moving and I can place my order before noon.
Looks like they are not so happy to be giving away the coffee this morning. Suppose a lot of us here aren’t part of their regular Starbucks crowd. As I get closer to ordering I have a gaze at the board above those busy, annoyed looking baristas. Yikes, I don’t see anything that I recognize, nothing resembling cup-of-regular-coffee. What the heck is a Venti and why would i want the special.. It’s a low-cal frappe-mocha with a triple shot of caffeine boosting apricot oil. Yuck, do people actually buy those. It’s on sale today. only $4.90.. what?? I’m sorry but I would never pay that for a cup of Joe. Anyways I spot tall coffee on the board, oh yes, that’s for me, I like my coffee tall and long lasting so it lasts along time. yes!
Somehow I feel out of place standing in line but finally I am the next to order, just in time as they are just a couple of minutes left in the free coffee give away. The nicely dressed woman in front of me places her order. She orders a Ethiopian cha-cha mango fruity Raspberry frappe-latte with cinnamon-hazelnut dust, steamed French laced soy milk. “Make it a Grande” she says. I’m thinking, Why not pour it directly in the toilet and just watch it. Wow, I guess there is such a thing as crapp-achino.
Finally, it’s my turn to order, To make it look like I know what I’m doing in this snazzy coffee house, with confidence, I tell the barista, ahem “Hello I would like a fresh regular extra-Columbian roasted full flavored java, add no sugar with whole milk and make it a large.. um.. tall.. yes make it tall!” I’m so proud of my order but the female barista just stared at me dumbfounded. “I’m sorry sir but we would have to brew you a pot of regular coffee and if you are in line for our free coffee offer that just ended five minutes ago. Groans from behind me , I just tell her, relieved, “never mind I think I’ll just go read a magazine instead.”
Kevin
