This story begin with failure.
Namely, trying to get into the Starbucks for much needed livening caffeine. I pulled the glass door to the glass store front, where the people on the other side, already content and assure of themselves because of the possession of their own beverages, could see me not budging the door. Not one bit. I was pulling the wrong side. Clearly the door had a brass rectangle to artfully gesture where you should apply pressure. I pulled. It didn't budge.
This is when I also realized that the brass rectangle was also labeled with a clear "PUSH" order.
That achieved, I was finally inside, much to the amusement of the few patrons seated near the glass windows.
It's when I was ordering that I came upon another hurdle in my caffeine quest.
The barista was already upset at me for interrupting her tete-a-tet with two male customers she apparently knew well. When I finally came in and walked over to the register, it took her a few minutes and a few looks my way to actually come over. She was busy joking with the boys, so I pretended to consider my order really carefully. I squinted for effect.
When she was asking if I wanted mumble-mumble, I had to ask her to repeat it twice before simply agreeing because every time I asked her to repeat it, she seemed to get angrier and mumblier. I only hoped that what I agreed to was legal and delicious.
Once I procured my coffee, I had to go back to her. She was standing with another barista chatting, and it was only when this second barista looked up and asked if I needed anything that my lovely spirited barista sighed wearily with a roll of her eyes and gestured for me to follow her to get my order of scones.
She was pretty haphazard when it came to wielding those tongs. She grabbed a lemon cake, a doughnut as she spoke to the boys nearby, before turning to the case to realize her mistake. She knocked over the little plate of scones too, which I took to be my head, before she reluctantly handed me my paper bag, and I thanked her with extra-enthusiasm to make her day better.
I'm never going there again.
