I went to my local Starbucks this morning and ordered a cinammon roll. The helpful moron behind the counter asked me if I wanted it heated up. Yummy, I thought, how helpful of you to offer to enhance the flavor of my breakfast treat. So after he was done nuking it in the microwave, he proceeded to inform me that they did not have any plates to serve it on. I think he was going to jam it into a paper bag but that would have turned into a sticky mess that would have been impossible to extricate from the bag without losing all of the icing. I told him that was not going to cut it for me, whereupon he put it on a paper towel and handed it to me. It nearly burned my hand because it was still hot from the microwave! I then starting yelling at the guy to get me any type of plate to put the damn cinammon roll on or I was going to call my lawyer, Jackie Chiles! He finally got a big serving platter out and I finally was able to enjoy my breakfast (after I had to return to the counter to request a fork, which he also forgot to give me).
The moral of the story is that anyone who goes to Starbucks for food is a dope (I know, that includes yours truly). They are only interested in massively overcharging for their half-caf mocha-choca ya-ya drinks (I stole that one from Jerry Seinfeld's act) and don't give a crap about customer service.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
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