True story. Some things you just can't make up.
When I first heard about this story, I'll admit, I scoffed. However, on Tuesday afternoon, Amy and I stopped by one of the several locations near where we work to get a cuppa, and I asked for a "grande black Estima" (for those not familiar with the parlance, "grande" is the size, and "Estima" was one of the coffees available that day). The young man behind the counter, who must have been new, said, "Sure! You want room for cream?" His barista co-worker looked at him and said, "No, he said black." I rolled my eyes, chuckled under my breath, and thought that was the end of it until he stepped over to the urns, looked at them both, and then asked the same barista co-worker, "Breakfast blend is black, right?" She looked at him like he'd grown a third arm out of his left nipple and replied, "No, 'black' means he doesn't want cream in his coffee." Now, for those of you reading who don't drink coffee, you might not think that's all that funny, but this guy WORKS FOR THE LARGEST COFFEE CHAIN IN THE WORLD, FER GUNNESSAKE!!! Good thing he was going to class that night...
2 comments:
So let me get this straight, black means cream? Or does black mean with caramel sauce and sprinkles? Oh, wait, black means that it should have a white top of whipped cream, right? I do think the guy was overthinking it just a tad. Or maybe underthinking... funny story.
umm... yeah... tha'ts freakin' FUNNY!!! He was probably scarred by the whle training exercise, believing that if he screwed something up that he would meet the wrath of.. um.. someone. Or something. Words.
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