…you get hard-core judged for your coffee addiction, and you’re having to defend yourself WITHOUT COFFEE? Yup…DEFINITELY happened today.
I went to Starbucks to get a break from studying, and to keep myself awake after my lack of sleep last night. When I got there, apparently my first mistake was asking for “amaretto” syrup. The cashier understood once I said almond, but the cards of judgement had already been dealt. My next mistake came when I was half listening to him(also known as ordering coffee on auto-pilot…) and thought, through his thick accent, that he’d asked “Name on the cup?” My response was, of course, Laura. He was confused so I said, “L-A-U-R-A” to which he responded, “And how do we do that, miss?” I was obviously confused, so he clarified that’d what he’d actually said(and what he was enunciating this time) was “Cream on top?” Of course I was mortified, so I mumbled “Yes…” and he patronizingly put my name on the cup as well.As I offered up the excuse that I’d only had 4 hours of sleep, he countered with “Well, so have I, but I’ve had about 4 shots this morning!” I informed him that, with my coffee purchase, I was working on being that caffeinated!
Then he gave me my total and I handed him my giftcard, as I would at any of the locations that I frequent at home. He asked me if I was American, and I figured it was he’d never seen my swanky, personalized, gold card(also known as the true sign of my addiction), but noooooo. “Americans always hand me their cards…It’s like they don’t know how to use a card reader!” Wowwww… so I just didn’t even respond this time, knowing that he was in full-on judgement mode, and I was not nearly awake enough to combat his attacks on my mode of ordering coffee. He also felt the need to yell over to his counterpart that I was busy with him and would be over to pick my coffee up AFTER I paid when she announced my drink was ready.
FINALLY, I got away from him, and as I was thanking the barista for my drink(and in my head, being thankful I’d survived the judgement and was free of it!), she looks at me with a smile and says, “So, they put your names on the cups in America? That’s nice…”
ughhhhhhhh, well…so much for assuming that I was acclimating well!!