I was feeling really nostalgic about working at Starbucks yesterday morning when I was standing in the line waiting for my bar drink. All the employees at the one near my work are extremely competent and friendly and know my name and I sense that working with them would be a lot of fun. But then someone at cash called, “grande non-fat latte” and the bar person called it back to affirm that they’d heard it correctly. And this older woman also standing waiting for her drink really bitchily says, “EXTRA HOT TOO” and the bar person had to politely explain that he wasn’t talking about HER drink.  

Really solved my nostalgia problem though. I instantly remembered the worst customer in the world, who came in AT LEAST three times a week, demanding her decaf-grande-soy-extra-extra-EXTRA-hot-absolutely-no-foam-because-it’s-disgusting-latte who also SOMETIMES wanted a double toasted multigrain bagel but would only remember the bagel AFTER she was already at the bar waiting for her drink, forcing us to ring her through IN FRONT of other people, angering everyone and satisfying no one except her. 

Clearly, memories of this woman will haunt me forever. FOR. EVER.