The Inferior Starbucks

Welcome to the 6^th 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.”

What's Up This Week?

Welcome to the 6^th floor.

Today's contributors are: Ann, Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy and Scott.

Subject: Our Plans For The Upcoming Week

It's Sunday night and we're all standing around in the kitchen. When we stand around and chat, we often do it in the kitchen; I think the presence of snacks and a counter to lean on keep the conversation flowing. We all recently arrived home after being out, some of us visiting our mothers, the others just running errands. A belated Happy Mother's Day to all the mother's out there. As the early birds start to think about getting to bed, conversation naturally drifts to the upcoming week, and any interesting plans we may have.

“I've got some finals this week, but I was thinking it'd be nice to go out to dinner Friday. How does the Corner Bistro sound?”

“Well me and Sara will be at Shea Stadium for the subway series game on Friday otherwise I'd go. Maybe if you're all still out when we get back.”

“I'm always in for the Bistro. Plus they have McSorley's on tap, that's always a plus.”

“Amen to that!”

“Well I'll have to check my schedule, but that sounds good to me too. Maybe we can L it over to Union Square and have dessert at Max Brenner's afterwards?”

“Sure, nothing washes out the bad taste of finals like yummy chocolatey goodness.”

“That's the place with all the weird glasses and mugs right?”

“That's the one. We might want to goto the 2^nd avenue one though, it's usually less crowded.”

“So anyone doing anything exciting during the actual week?”

“I've actually got a date Thursday night. I don't know if it'll be exciting or not though.”

“Oooo...Sara's got a date! With who? Where are you going? You bringing him back here?”

“Just some guy from work. Maybe I'll bring him back here if it's going badly, meeting you is always a good way to scare off dates.”

“Ouch, that hurts me!” Scott says, grabbing at his heart in jest.

“Going anywhere good?”

“We're just going to dinner. I told him he could pick the place. I'll let you know where we end up.”

“A friend of mine is coming to the city for the day on Wednesday. I told her I'd show her around, and she mentioned she'd like to goto a museum or something. She's only going to be here for something like 8 hours though, so I'll have to figure out something fun for us to do. We'll probably get dinner somewhere near Penn Station before she gets on a train if any of you wanted to join us.”

“Hmm, she hot?”

“She's pretty good looking yes, but she has a boyfriend. You're still welcome to join us though.”

“Naah.”

“It's nothing real exciting, but I'm going to be working the M train this week. I don't usually work that route, it'll be a nice change of pace.”

“I'm not sure I've ever been on the M train actually.”

“You know I always welcome visitors on my trains.”

“You mean besides the millions of New Yorkers who visit every day? Yeah I know. I've got too much studying to do for excursions to Queens though. So much studying in fact, that I need to goto bed and get an early start on that. Goodnight everyone.”

“Goodnight! Don't let the bed bugs bite!”

“Eww! Didn't we tell you to stop saying that? We've all heard too many bed bug horror stories!”