Tuesday was a volatile day for me. I went for a medical appointment early in the morning, and there is lots of family stuff swirling around- a very high stress time.
So I went to Starbucks after the appointment to get a cup of coffee. I would be good, no pastries- just coffee. So little Miss Barista who probably had a few too many espressos, says to me in her perkiest, cheerleader tone:
B: "So how are YOU today?"
Me: I'm OK.
B: Just OK???????
B: Well are you going to work today???
B: You don't seem very happy about that...
Me: Glaring stare
By then I was choking on her perkiness. I took my coffee & got the hell out of there.
I needed to breathe. I wanted to yell SHUT UP AND GIVE ME MY DAMNED COFFEE !!!
I mean really, did she want me to lay out all my personal woes right there at the coffee counter?
I could have ticked off a litany of reasons why I am "just OK", and an absolute tyrade about why I don't seem happy about my job. It would have been fun to mess with her mind, the self imposed "mood police" barista. If I wanted detailed social interaction, I would have brought someone along to chat with.
I was OK, but now I'm pissed off.
Oh to pitch an absolute fit, "When Harry met Sally" style, right there in the Starbucks cafe, would have been glorious.
A word of advice to Baristas: If you want to live a long & productive life, don't mess with people in need of coffee!