I'm at the Starbucks near Srin's work, happily enjoying Christmas music and all sorts of season's tidings. When all of a sudden, the sweet young girl across from me and I hear "I want manager. Get me manager. I want manager.", crescendoing in volume and decrescendoing in the articles.
It's a Starbucks emergency. Some poor and now distraught affluent lady probably got whip cream from a can instead of the cow in the back in her venti-fied grande chai peppermint latte on the rocks topped off with a bit of Grinch.
Geez.. I mean...I think the poor Starbucks lady heard you the first time when you asked for the manager. Give her a moment to finish making the other drink (for heaven forbid she have two Starbucks drinkers yelling at her).
Oh...you don't hear my sarcasm from across the store. I wish you could because then maybe you would stop yelling. Oh! It's so annoyingly loud. And you sound psychotic since no one can hear the Starbucks lady. Now I know what people in high school meant when they heard P and me argue.
P.S. Yes, I agree with the Thanksgiving rule but do I really have power over Starbucks? Alas...I shall enjoy mistletoes and stockings and the smell of nutmeg, cinnamon, cloves... I mean, technically, it is Thanksgiving week, right?
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