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Wednesday, May 16, 2007

The Inferior Starbucks

Welcome to the 6th floor.

Today's contributors are: Billy and Scott.

Subject: The Inferior Starbucks

I'm working the M line this week, and as usual I occasionally stop off at different stops, just for the sake of wandering around areas of this great city I don't normally see. So far my experiences with the M train are not as nice as the trains I usually work on. The speakers on a couple of the trains have been really crappy too. I imagine there aren't as many lost tourists on the M, most of the riders of the Nassau Street Local probably know where they're going and where to get off, but that's no excuse for faulty equipment. I got off somewhere in Queens, and went looking for something interesting. I didn't really find much, and on my way back to the train I decided to stop at the Starbucks on the corner.

It was a hot day, I figured I would get a Frappachino. Easy enough right?”

Oh, I hate making Frappachino's. They're such a pain. I wish everyone would just order drip coffee.”

Well anyway, I ordered the Java Chip and I don't know if she didn't hear me or just didn't feel like getting the coffee, but she made me a Double Chocolate frapp instead.”

Oooh, a lazy barista. Surely you've seen one of those before?”

Of course I have, haven't you noticed I always order simple things when you're making them?”

You're just afraid of what I'll do to them!”

Exactly! Anyway, I like the chocolate one fine enough so I didn't ask for a new one, just went to get a straw and sit down at a table.”

Well that seems pretty normal.”

There were no straws, and when I asked for one and told her there were no more out there, she glared at me and finally handed me a straw.”

Manager must've been away or sleeping in the back or something, so she was taking advantage of being lazy.”

Unfortunately the condition of the seating area left much to be desired. One of the comfy chairs was very obviously stained with spilt coffee, and the only unoccupied table was very very wobbly. I ended up just taking the coffee to go back on the train.”

Hey! Aren't you not supposed to have drinks on the train?”

Oh? Are you going to tattle on me? After all the crap I see you do at your job?”

You mean I don't do a good job? I work tonight, come by and I'll make you a much better Frappachino.”

Uh Oh. No adding any of your sugar-free arsenic syrup though.”

Would I do that? Don't come by at six though, some buddies are stopping by with something I need to take care of.”

I'm not sure I even want to know. I'll stop by in the evening.”

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